You are a stranger to me, as I am to you. Your silence torments me every day, I hope there is something you want to say, Even if it is, just, “stay away!” In these absent years as you have grown, To adulthood and a life of your own, I have always been here thinking of you, Wanting to know what I could do, To bridge the gap that’s grown so wide, To pull you back against the tide, My life is adrift without you my dear, My raft has been sinking year after year, You do not know me! I am the same! Only years older, and still in pain.
Hi, localpoet, In these absent years as you have grown, To adulthood and a life of your own... When loved ones are separated by gaps requiring bridges, one must either accept the gap or, when plausible, become an engineer - neither being easy. Your poem conveys the pain of a tremendous loss.
Endurance in love is the most commendable feature ever. Regrettably, love brings pain ... mostly, in romance of two one of the couple loves and suffers more - this is a common knowledge and we can do nothing if it so happens that we prove to be on a suffering side. It is a matter of endurance and constancy if even years older we are still in pain. Thank you for sharing your heartfelt poem with us and cheers!
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In these absent years as you have grown, To adulthood and a life of your own... When loved ones are separated by gaps requiring bridges, one must either accept the gap or, when plausible, become an engineer - neither being easy. Your poem conveys the pain of a tremendous loss.