The saying that 'true love never dies' could be correct.  But I think it can be eroded away: Never completely dying, but diminishing in intensity.  It probably means it wasn't 'true' in the first place? It had a defect from the start!


BIT BY BIT

 

 

Some of my love died
on the 26th July 1964
And was cremated the same day
Along with my twenty-first
Birthday gift
Tossed into the living room fire,
Her rage and anger
borne on a falsehood
She conjured in her head.
The outcome was that death - 
One of many tiny deaths -
Fare stole away endearment
Bit by bit by bit.

 


© Griffonner 2026





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Written on 2026-01-21 at 12:36

Tags Love  Anger  Loss 

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
@Sona: No, you are quite right. It should have been fare. It is, I believe, a somewhat old fashioned use of the English word (as a verb). Thanks for the heads-up. Blessings, Allen
2026-01-21


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Is it Fair, you meant.
2026-01-21


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh my... i have felt this...
2026-01-21


William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice composition. I suppose Love, like everything else sometimes never ends, but just like everything else, it changes.
2026-01-21