She left quickly,
without saying goodbye
without an apology
without looking back
like Lot’s wife –
for fear of spoiling
the milled memories
about her eternal
love and affection,
gone
without shedding one
tear, else a solitary,
word to let me know
if she was sorry
for cheating on me.
"...vast array of subjects."
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Stretching to other topics with this talent would be wonderly. After 5 whores and ten sluts, it gets hoe hum.
Thank you again. Im thinking
Thank you again. Im thinking about a love poem, but sitting here in Massachusetts the only thing I can love currently is my space heater.
Ouch.................but
Ouch.................but think something lovely came from something ugly experienced. A poem was writ and to the reader it continues to speak and offer clear warning............... speaking for other poems of yours, other than this particular one you do have a way with words. Me thinks your shimmering sword bleeds the ink of an aged fountain pen..... Am awfully chipper that I stumbled upon such works. Sincerest thanks and please do share far more and in a vast array of subjects explored...........your latest poetic fan, Melissa Lundeen................