As a poet put it: memories, like water passing over ones hand.

(Image by Tom Franz, from Wikimedia Commons)


Love Lost

You were once all to me
but now there is nothing
beside what’s been left,
a memory that’s bereft;
that I could wish be gone,
but that is not allowed,
it’s not for me to choose -
a memory I cannot lose.

© D G Moody 2023




Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2023-01-10 at 16:53

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Sometimes I thought as a kid
Wouldn't it be great to hit rewind delete!
No wait; I think I probably did.
Thanks for posting Dougie
Regards Alan.
2023-01-11


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
We cannot control our memories, can we? Some things we cannot recall at all, and others are seemingly burned into our memory forever even when we might prefer them not to be. Your poem makes me think it was a relationship that was not something you benefited from and thus would want to forget. Thank you for sharing, Dougie.
(PS: Tell me if you find the secret of wiping clear an unwanted memory!) :)
2023-01-10