"So he writes again"

@Uootem

So much poetry...
                    from an impoverished heart,
                          so many words...
              once the emotions start.
                            so many reasons...
                                    for keeping the poet alive,
                        but none...
                                to make up for
            the love that died.

          Picturesque memories
        of a far away land
                    still linger on and on,
                                ... without them
                                            this page
                            and my heart
        would be so empty
                    for your love is gone.

The poet writes
                of before
                      when promises
                              meant so much.
                and whisperings
                          of sweet words
                                  echoed in the night,
                      as our hearts
                          danced together
                                  under the starlight.
                            to music,
                                its rhythms found
                                          in hourglass sands,        and
                              with a love
                                  held in destiny's hands.
                                                  but destiny let go
                                            too soon.

              painful emotions...
                                haunting words...
                                        made into poems of the loss
                but with no good-byes...

Strands of broken promises
                        spoken from the past
                                        "our love will be forever"...
                but forever is not always real.

The images
        described by the poet
                              are no longer a reality
              no longer exist,
                            for you are
              no longer here.
                          just poetic dreams
                                    of what should be.
                                                    washed-out visions
                                      of a lost love,
                  faded from view
                              by scattered drops of tears
        that stain the pages.
                          each poem embalmed
                                                in the flood of tears.

So much poetry...
                so many words...
                              so many reasons...
                                                  but none...
                          to satisfy the poet...
                                                so he writes again.