Forgotten Love

~~And here i arrive at the lovers gate,

Steering thoughts to captivate

the ferrying notions of our fate,

the empty, quiet, familiar state.


Alas it's come to say goodbye

as i knock on yesterday's door,

no confidence or measure

no laughter, no more.


as we continue in our absence

we fade our memories in weary complacence,

like festering leaves among the steps,

leaning over the window ledge

coffee morning, toast and bed

we eliminate the dread of the past undead.


just so we can forget and adjust

and forever pass-by in forgotten love. 

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