Making Love Stay

Happiness entered with love.

Its intensity decreased.

It bursts in random fits now,

Yet it hasn’t fully ceased.

 

I hope due to memory

Of each and every touch;

But I try not to complain –

At least, not so very much.

 

Is this all that’s left behind:

A touch here, a smile there?

Yes, most loving’s done alone,

In dreams built from empty air.

 

But my fear is this

That I will never realize,

If this is love’s truth

As seen from its own eyes?

 

I could free this happiness,

For one that seems more,

But then I remember

I have done this before.

 

Do I need to reach out,

While holding this one true,

And find in other smiles

What I often found in you?

 

Is this what love had to show

To make me notice the grey,

In love’s battle of colours,

Is this how we make it stay?

Broken

I fear something has broken.
Something quite deep within me.
I have no desire to find
What exactly it could be.

I fear something has died.
Its death filling within me.
It cannot be my pride,
Surely not my vanity.

Perhaps memory’s token
Has finally shattered.
I do wish things like that
Never, ever mattered.

Perhaps it is empathy
that never fails to depart,
Perhaps it is the will to hope,
belief, or simply the heart.

But something has broken!
I’m sure! That much I know!
But I am too tired now
To be bothered anymore.

I could, I know.

I could learn to hate the memory of you –
For, if this where you planned to leave me –
You shouldn’t have made promises to be true –
You should have let my lonely heart be.

Loneliness hurts, I know, but it doesn’t infect
The future’s hope in good dreams of time.
Now all you’ve left me are tears that reflect
Seeping sores living through contrived rhyme.