An End to a Love Story

The embers had grown cold …

The silence seemed shattering,

there were no more words to say.

Silently like creeping spiders,

spinning their webs,

they sat,

one looking at the other.

No spark, no magic,

there was nothing that remained –

of the yesterdays they left behind.

It was the classic scene,

as in any movie,

that time had played its game

and it was time to move on.

Neither he nor she was willing to be,

the first to say good-bye.

There were memories,

of days spent in the sun.

Days when comfort was,

meant for just the two of them,

then came the storm clouds

and the gray days took over.

The words of love they shared,

just drifted away,

like waves upon the ocean.

Suddenly there was a void,

so big that nothing could fill it.

There were only regrets

and thoughts of what could have been.

Three sunrises, three sunsets,

three years of bliss,

had been theirs,

until that fateful day,

when the embers had grown cold.

They had tried so hard,

to make them glow again,

but if words could do nothing,

if there was no longer any closeness,

then it was time to move on.

He was the first to walk on over

and reached out for her hand.

She took it trembling,

tears in her eyes.

They knew this was goodbye,

forever more –

there would be no more passion,

no more words of love.

For them the final curtain,

had fallen and with it their compassion.

How it had all happened,

they both weren’t sure,

but somewhere along the journey,

they had lost that golden thread –

that had kept them together.

So now all that remained,

was to gather their souvenirs,

to remember the good times,

to not let the bad –

leave footprints on their souls.

So with many sad sighs,

they parted with one last kiss,

a kiss that sealed their fate,

knowing in their hearts,

that as much as they wished it wasn’t so –

their love had died.

Rasma Raisters

I am a dreamer, a poet and a writer. These are my passions as well as music. My hometown is NYC. Presently I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia with my wonderful adopted cat Sid.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a dreamer, a poet and a writer. These are my passions as well as music. My hometown is NYC. Presently I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia with my wonderful adopted cat Sid.

6 thoughts on “An End to a Love Story

  • June 10, 2018 at 9:43 PM
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    So sad yet, these days most relationships end up with raging battles and malice. Love never runs its course, yet we do in its acceptance. Nicely penned and emotive as always Rasma. Great work.

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  • June 10, 2018 at 10:11 PM
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    Tis sad when love dies, yet there is a reason for it, which may be to find the right love that is true and lasting. Emotive and heartrending verse.

    Your poem tells the story in easy to understand phrasing, Rasma, yet it is in passive voice. You might benefit by becoming familiar with passive and active voices. There is very helpful information on this at: https://web.cn.edu/kwheeler/gram_passive_voice.html

    You have three lines together that are in passive voice, because of the word ‘was’:

    “if there was no longer any closeness,

    then it was time to move on. (Active voice: The time had come to move on.)

    He was the first to walk on over”

    See if you can change them to Active Voice.

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  • June 14, 2018 at 2:13 PM
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    This was gut wrenching and so sad. The emptiness that is left when love doesnt work. You portrayed it so well. Nice work Rasma.

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