Love’s light lost
Ask me in December: Babs's unofficial Challenge
Ask me in December.
Don’t ask me to remember
Your gentle touch,
Our fleeting brush with..
Well, you know.
Romantic illusion, youthful delusion,
Unbreakable connection. Your recollection?
Mine is sweet. Bitter? Perhaps.
Let’s not dwell on that,
Because we were young, full of..
Well, love.. if love’s what it was.
Yes, that’s the word. Absurd, it may seem.
Half in a dream, we fell into longing,
Or at least into bed and, it has to be said,
The gymnastics were welcome
And seldom repeated to that serene level.
It’s hard now to capture
The bliss, the rapture, wrought from the fact that we shagged the night through,
Knew what we wanted, took it,
Embraced it: our base, lustful need.
Greedily, celebrating our passion, possession,
Love’s new-found lesson.
A time long ago, now, hard to know
How we fell for each other.
Another age, past, the bliss couldn’t last.
I hear now the eulogy, passive invitee.
Your husband-widower, children, friends, family.
How did you know her?
Friend, I will say,
Long time ago,
Mere acquaintance, you know.
Cling to April’s spring memory,
Now in my autumn, your winter full come.
Ask me in December,
When my days are done.
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Submitted to:
With many thanks to Babs for the inspiration.
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Thanks for reading
Ray
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author based in Kent, England. A writer of fictional short stories in a wide range of genres, he has been a non-fiction writer since the 1980s. Non-fiction subjects include art, history, technology, business, law, and the human condition.
Comments (10)
Excellent words and a surprise ending. Well done, Ray!
A wonderful piece for the challenge :)
Lovely
Now that's poetry!
A true poem of Love and Life. Beautiful and thought provoking.
This was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your poem so much!
Excellent poetry 👏🏽
This is an extraordinary poem, Ray! I absolutely loved the beauty, emotion and lyricism of it!
Lovely lovely lovely!
Awesome!!! Loved it!!!💕❤️❤️