Dear LPG readers,  

I suspect that there are few people who have reached retirement age without being able to identify with what I am sharing in the poem I am offering today.   

It is the end of the world the first time we experience lost love and some will argue that the first time it happens is the worst.  I remember being 18 and thinking that my world was ending the day I first qualified as ‘rejected’ but at least I did not learn by text or social media.     

I wonder just how many of us older more experienced people would argue that it gets easier when it has happened to you a few times or that you get used to finding a way through it?   

Can you relate to this?  If the answer is yes, I pray that you felt this way a long time ago, and that you have now found someone else…   
 

ONCE 

Once you said you loved me, 
Once you said you cared; 
Nothing else did matter, 
Only the love we shared. 
Once your words assured me, 
That we would never part; 
But now you plan to leave me, 
With a sad and broken heart. 

Once you burned with passion, 
When you held me close; 
Now you make confession, 
And without remorse. 
Once you showed me pity, 
Made me laugh and cry; 
Once your words were witty, 
Now you’re saying goodbye. 

Once we had each other, 
Once our love was true; 
Now you say it’s over, 
That I’ll be losing you. 
And now that you have said it, 
That you and I are through; 
It will take me just one moment, 
To say farewell to you. 


©1997 by Beverly Gooden Wilson