original poems by john allen

please...

Is this the twilight of love?
How can that be?
I thought we had years -
decades.

A little more than a year ago,
we had such grand plans.
Can this be how love dies -
it fades?

Tell me the pain will ebb.
It can't get any worse.
Tell me it will ease someday -
please...

I ache...

I cry...

Then I cry some more...

I miss her so...

please...


© John Allen December, 2007

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