Phase

Latter Love

I'm writing on behalf of the January rain.
I do not want to feel any longer, bury my thoughts and stop this pain.
How many broken hearts must an individual's life contain.
This one will do me in, shatter my world and dissolve my brain.
It's good not hearing you though our memories hang on the wall;
And in my dreams your name reverberates through every hall.
I'll remember every piece of us; the love, the climb, the peak, the fall.
A piece I never prepared for was the unexpected painful crawl.
"Don't leave me here." We would sing in the car.
Now we are silent and our distance is that of the stars.
The battle has ended, pleasure has vanished, replaced with scars.
Words were sinister, remarks were made and it went to far.
Another note for the musical; another lovely sketch.
Time travel could mend us all, but that would be a bit far-fetched.
This broken romance has transformed me into such a wretch.
Now there is hurt where pure love was once etched.
My feelings have faded; No longer stout.
"Come let me in." I subconsciously shout.
Yet I'd rather live in discord and remain on the outs.
After all, will we ever know what love is truly about?
                          
                              By: Dayne M. Rohn