I wrote this poem one Valentine’s Day many, many years ago, when my heart was full of longing for a forbidden love. I never sent it to the man in question, because … well, I just didn’t. I couldn’t. So here it is now, several decades late. Wonder if he’ll finally read it?
LOST LOVE
You came to me not long ago, in a puzzled world of angry snow.
Cold winds fought hard against the sky, as if to say, these hearts must die,
And yet a love began to grow.
You smiled with eyes that stilled all fears; you spoke soft words that allowed no tears,
Yet though a trust so soon was born, I knew one day I’d be alone,
My closest friend the empty years.
Why did you come in the winter tide, casting my very world aside,
Making me yearn with a love that pained, stifling a beauty that felt ashamed,
Unable to forget you, although I tried?
And now you’re gone, our love a sigh, blown to memories that cannot die.
No longer in my world, I fear; no whispered words into my ear,
No more of us, just a wind swept by.
Wendy Skorupski 