Loss of Memory …
As it was, and as it is,
no twain shall meet in favor,
and as love pervades life like glorious sunlight,
change defeated all that was,
and worlds come to halt, gears rusted,
and stagnant thoughts release like balloons to the wind,
end those feelings so invested.
And loves cries from distance,
flown its lonely flight bereft,
while hearts move on as if none happened,
like a fleeting dream that never can to be,
yet I knew it so, felt its gravitas profoundly,
and you drag it through unimportance,
as my heart saddens to insignificance.
How can love become a switch,
turn so precisely gone, after two score years of being,
and memories cast to the rear of recognition,
a shadow unwilling to find light,
and although I know now, I’ve been saved,
I still cannot abide by love so disappeared,
so careless dismissed.