All at Once

Twenty years of her life,

she had devoted to one love.

Their love like the rising sun,

had happened all at once

and they longed to spend –

all their days together.

He was her morning and her night,

he was the joy  –

that gave her life meaning.

Holding her when the storms came

and laughing with her,

while dancing in the rain.

When times were good,

they were very good,

together down life’s road,

hand in hand they would go.

They never had children,

but then they never worried.

They were blessed with a love,

that was so very divine,

there could be nothing finer,

than days spent side by side.

Nights filled with passion and ecstasy,

they enjoyed so many things,

they were so much alike –

there was nothing that she missed.

He filled her life with meaning,

she remembered sunrises,

that delighted them both

and sunsets which made them sigh.

A mutual love for the quiet of the countryside

and the beauty of nature.

They never worried,

about the years moving on,

it was alright

and seemed that they would never grow old.

It was as fine a love story,

that could ever be told,

for them one could sing –

about the glory of love.

She hadn’t a clue,

not a single doubt.

She loved him and he loved her,

she went over and over –

all that troubled her mind.

One fine summer’s day,

a picnic by the lake,

dancing in the garden

and making love beneath the stars.

When the morning sun awoke her

and sleepily she reached for him,

the bed was cold and empty

and she stumbled to look for him.

The house was as silent as a tomb

and then she saw the letter –

propped up by the door.

All it said was that he had a journey to take,

something that weighted heavy on his mind,

something about unfulfilled promises –

something about forgotten yesterdays.

It had happened all at once,

as the tears began to fall,

like a sudden summer shower,

she knew deep in her heart –

he had gone and wasn’t coming back.

It was then and there,

that she decided,

she didn’t want to know –

what had taken him away.

Perhaps an old love,

perhaps a secret he held,

but the pain inside of her

and the shattering of her heart –

wouldn’t let her ask why.

All she wanted was to lie down and die,

but faced with a fickle love,

faced with this betrayal –

she knew she would survive.

The tears would someday subside

and she’d find the kind of love she deserved,

One that held no malice,

one that would forever be true.

She just had to wait out the pain,

dry all the tears

and look forward to a new tomorrow,

perhaps a new love round the bend –

that would come along all at once.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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