These are the things - a new poem

These are the things

The softness of your lips on my cheek

The sweet aroma of your presence

Your gentle hands caressing my face

These are the things I miss

Now that you have gone.

Your compassion in times of distress

The way your smile could lift me up

The strength that you possessed when I was weak

These are the things I lost

When you walked away.

You could not stand to see

The man I had become

Hard hearted, distant, a demon

These are the things that defined me

As Life took it terrible toll.

The passion that burned in my heart

Froze almost over night

Extinguished by the coldness of your rejection

These are the things I regret

And the things I cannot change.

The haunted look I saw in your eyes

On the very last day together

Mirrored the look in my own

These are the things I remember

The images that haunt my soul.

We spent those final hours together

Trying to make sense of what went wrong

A post mortem of our deceased relationship

These are the things I can't forget

The final remembrance of love.

© Myles Cook, 03/03/2014