Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
And should the treasured words cease to mean anything at all
what more is there to say for the epitaph is written on the wall
for when true love staggers and flees, the silent treatment begins
as we play over in our tortured minds the other’s mortal sins
The distance from one another grows with each passing day
Lips that once whispered I love you have nothing kind to say
as the gaping chasm between two lovers splits and deepens
the only sound heard in the darkness is one of them weeping
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories.
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and her Amazon Author Page
Sadness and closure flow from the lines of your poem ….
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Thank you Helen.
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This is a sad poem for when love “flees.” Very relatable.
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Thank you.
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Drifting apart, a little each, and every day, until we are, too, far from one another, we can’t find our ways, back to that, love…
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Check out Linda’s poem!!
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A pain is romantically phrased well here…
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