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

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Larkin summed it up, and yes, we often carry the physic scars; these can only be dissolved in a greater love.
2026-01-29


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Love endures and grows, that is my experience Infatuation, perhaps that is what fades bit by bit. That, also, has been my experience.

Vivid, but cryptic! What was the gift . . .
2026-01-22


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