Love Needs Nurture.
Even a flower
Needs a drop
Of sentiment.
Without care
It shall
Eventually wilt.
The smallest flame
Is nothing
Without a breeze.
Gone is the flicker.
End of a life,
In one foul blow.
Pop my bubble,
Steal my air.
When I am gone
I shall not care.
Love needs nurture.
First; Can we be friends?
Second; Yes, of course.
As soon as my love is dead,
I will give you a call.
We can do coffee,
One day.
Talk vehemently.
About anything.
Probably, even smile,
As we lie to each other
About not feeling
Anything at all.
It takes time
To **** the truth.
There are no skipping stones,
Or shortcuts
From the pain.
Give love time, please,
To truly wither
And die.
Become nothing
Dry, bitter
A mutual shame.
Then the putrid ash
Of a love denied,
Falls wasted
Crushed, too sodden
To ever fly.
Some time later
We say hello.
I shed a tear
And force a smile-
The only way
Was to say goodbye.
(Gerry Aldridge ©2017)
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
Love Needs Nurture.
Even a flower
Needs a drop
Of sentiment.
Without care
It shall
Eventually wilt.
The smallest flame
Is nothing
Without a breeze.
Gone is the flicker.
End of a life,
In one foul blow.
Pop my bubble,
Steal my air.
When I am gone
I shall not care.
Love needs nurture.
First; Can we be friends?
Second; Yes, of course.
As soon as my love is dead,
I will give you a call.
We can do coffee,
One day.
Talk vehemently.
About anything.
Probably, even smile,
As we lie to each other
About not feeling
Anything at all.
It takes time
To **** the truth.
There are no skipping stones,
Or shortcuts
From the pain.
Give love time, please,
To truly wither
And die.
Become nothing
Dry, bitter
A mutual shame.
Then the putrid ash
Of a love denied,
Falls wasted
Crushed, too sodden
To ever fly.
Some time later
We say hello.
I shed a tear
And force a smile-
The only way
Was to say goodbye.
(Gerry Aldridge ©2017)
