We wish to know of reciprocity,
affection returned, a care for care;
and how on earth can you miss me,
if not allowed because I'm always there?
If you do not miss me in two years,
it's too late for love, too late for tears.
If in five years, you did not want me,
love never was, and it will never be.
Author notes
For one who last wrote in 2002.
Thank you for reading.
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Dear Margaret,
You know my love for you's infinite
and I would miss you in a minute.
Because, sometimes, I'm rather late,
don't think I don't reciprocate.
Whenever you have gone away
I've always missed you, night and day.
The world seems such an empty place
without your cheery, smiling face.
To write these verses I felt driven
in hope that I might be forgiven
for all the times I've done you wrong.
Now buck up, dear, and come along!
Whoever last wrote in '002,
just isn't worth a tear from, you....
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
Applause for your wee rant, love, hugs and XXX's. Hugh.
PS: If they've not writ at all since then,
it's maybe 'coz they've lost their pen.
There's nothing worse I know or think
than when your pen runs out of ink.
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Dear Hugh, your kindness and constancy are a great comfort.
I miss my father, he fell out of contact with me in 2007 and he is in this person's care... it's all connected in its disconnection. No wonder my mind goes in circles.
Thank you for your time and thought, and mostly your presence.
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2002, I remember that year, it was a big year in my life.
I certainly have no business advising you on this subject. I'd be more likely to take notes.
You know your situation, I don't. My job is to lend listen.
And of course take notes, I need help in every single aspect of human relationships, lol
I can say that people can be friends even if they aren't in contact a lot. But again, that is based on my experienc, and my experience stinks, lol
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Thanks for the kind comment Mayne. There is nothing to advise about, no motion, only loss. I keep fighting my own mind about that, no other struggle has any meaning. I have other friends who are still friends after separations of months or a year, but there were never hard words with them. In the end, a hard heart is its own punishment, and none of my business.
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Hard words are another story. People can argue and separate, but being malicious, that isn't necessary. Sorry Margaret.
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A sad poem ...
and I'm here to wish you a Happy Valentine's Day ...
Not all folks can appreciate the friendship that you offer and perhaps some day this person will begin to realize that love is not just a word but a feeling that requires, like you say, reciprocity!
j
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Thank you Joy! At least this has not spoiled the romance in my life.
There is hope for love until even hoping hurts. I have given time and she has taken it; if that is peace, then we have peace.
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This is so sad, perfectly metered and rhymed and filled with heartbreak. I really didn’t expect to read a poem like this on Valentine’s Day but it makes sense because today isn’t filled with blossoming love for everyone, for some it is just a reminder of lost love.
Love,
Amera♥
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Thanks Amera, though you know that this is not well metered, it is just rhythmic enough that it is pleasing. Thinking about love gets me onto its inconsistencies; those who say they love but do not twist my mind in a knot. I'm very lucky that there are only one or two in a long life who trouble me this way.
Happy Valentine's to you, enjoy!
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