~*SENSORIAL 2*~  

On this day, one short year ago, June twenty four
I told you, I loved you, I wanted you more.
Today, of that love ‘The anniversary’
and it aches to tell you it’s over.
As I compose this last poem to you,
I have your tear soaked
dog eared picture by my side,
I try to recapture those lost
heart and soul feelings, of a love
so giving, so honest, so sure.
and I curse, the day it died.

Under my pillow, once your picture laid
placed so carefully, as I slept and prayed.
It helped me in our love feel secure
and every time I looked at you
my imagination and desires procured.
Until we met!

My heart was ripped from my chest
and it felt like an army had marched over it.
What is left of this passion so hot?
It’s a shadow, a ghost in a mist,
all that was, inside is crushed!
Only the carcass  remains.

Where once the upliftment you gave
filled my dreams and kept me excited,
has gone, lost, unable to salvage.
You are so special and
I did love you so.
But our imperfections, stepped affront
and tore us in two.
I do know, that a loyal friend is you
and I wish you well, in all you choose.
I hope and I pray
we each find our happiness

Some day!.

                    The poetry of TeAnne © 1993,1994,1997 & 1998 All Rights reserved.

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