Non-Erotic PoetryIt didn't happenIt didn't happen
We never shared
Shostakovich and Beethoven,
never melted together before
Monet or Degas.
It didn't happen.
We never explored
islands and architecture,
nor nourished our children together.
We weren't lifemates.
It didn't happen.
Never wrote and edited
in excitement, for each other.
It was all just
the most heartbreaking illusion.
So it can't have happened,
can it?
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This resonates with me
There is much beauty and melancholy in the apparent simplicity of this poem.It conveys so much about what happens to relationships.It certainly resonates with my life experience.You express where so many of us have been in such a moving way.more...
lovely and haunting
It's a beautiful tribute to a connection lost... thanks for sharing. You convey so much with such an economy of words!
I know the feeling
It resonates, but I don't think the last seven words fit the rest.
tazz,
there's no future any more.
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