Tuesday, 29 April 2008

Ending - Gavin Ewart

The love we thought would never stop
now cools like a congealing chop.
The kisses that were hot as curry
are bird-pecks taken in a hurry.
The hands that held electric charges
now lie inert as four moored barges.
The feet that ran to meet a date
are running slow and running late.
The eyes that shone and seldom shut
are victims of a power cut.
The parts that then transmitted joy
are now reserved and cold and coy.
Romance, expected once to stay,
has left a note saying Gone Away.

- I only came across this poem tonight. Straight away I could relate to the sadness of when love ends. All the things that once made love so amazing each go one by one...so very sad...

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