When we were together I didn’t really know what love was. No wonder we lost each other. Others passed through since, but no one grabbed me like you. Loving someone far away either kills love or strengthens it. I’ve carried you secretly in my heart for years. J.R.
A mighty pain to love it is,
And ’tis a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.
Sometimes I want to throw open the gates holding back my feelings and let them come rushing out like water through a dam break. But I can’t because you belong to another. Instead, I’ll keep hope strong and bide my time till you’re in my arms again. D.W.
It’s hard to wait around for something
that you know might never happen ,
but it’s even harder to give up,
when you know it’s everything you want.
How long should I wait for the love of my lifetime to return? A year? five years? Ten? Twenty? That and more I’ve been waiting for you and didn’t know it. I tried substitutes but none worked for long. I’ve never felt as safe anywhere as I once did in your arms. C.B.
If I die,
I will wait for you,
do you understand?
No matter how long.
I will watch from beyond
to make sure
you live every year
you have to its fullest,
and then we’ll
have so much to talk
I see you again…
If love can be measured by depth of feeling, I’ve known great love, but it brought grief almost as great. As my sorrow over time proved the test is what remains once love is lost. Within my pain has always remained a left-behind silver lining of abundant joy. V.B.
Love is a smoke
the fume of sighs.
The days are clear in memory when I couldn’t go more than ten minutes without thinking of you. Over time that yearning faded into the back of my mind; by no means cured, but put away safe. I’m glad I never got over you. It tells me the strength of my feelings. A.G.
“You’ll get over it…”
It’s the clichés that cause the trouble.
To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever.
You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved.
The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses.
How could it?
This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it.
Why would I want them to?
From “Written on the Body” by Jeanette Winterson
It’s hard to forget someone who gave me so much to remember. Like hidden smoldering embers underneath ashes my memories of you have remained. Now my heart is beginning to flicker again with fire. I can hide the flames, but what do I do with the smoke? H.E.
the only soul that can mend a broken heart
is the one that broke it.
For they are the ones holding all the pieces.
A thousand, no, ten-thousand times I’ve wondered where you are, what you’re doing and if you ever think of me. I remember my feelings for you, start saying the forgetting poem to no avail and then go on bearing you in my heart; secretly; safely; unseen. M.E.
Forget her name,
Forget her face,
Forget her smile,
Her warm embrace.
Forget her when they play our song,
Forget you cried the whole night long.
Forget you memorized her walk.
Forget the way she used to talk.
Forget the things she used to say.
Forget that she has gone away.
Forget her laugh.
Forget her grin.
Forget the dimples on her chin.
Forget the way she held you tight.
Forget she’s somewhere else tonight.
Forget the times that went so fast.
Forget her love that now has passed.
Forget she said she’d never leave you,
I can’t forget no matter what I do.
The saying “you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone” is tired, over-used and absolutely true. I’ve lived half a life time since I lay in bed with you and held you close with tears in my eyes from the sheer joy of my overwhelming love for you. I still feel it; always will. A.G.
You will never know true happiness
until you have truly loved,
and you will never understand
what pain really is
until you have lost it.
I’m so confused and don’t know what to do. I love you and I love her. Often I can’t imagine being with anyone other than you. At other times I can’t fathom letting her go. I have to choose! Both of you are going to find out eventually. I’ll lose both of you and be hated! M.P.
If you love two people at the same time,
choose the second.
Because if you really loved the first one,
you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.
Love lost and long remembered is a blessed curse. Day and night my mind silently mumbles your name saying “I’m sorry” over and over. I became a clown in the circus and have spent my life painting a smile on my face every day and hiding underneath it. K.T.
You can love someone so much…
But you can never love people
as much as you can miss them.