Losing in Love
Years ago when we met
Into something which passed for love we fell,
I was okay with that illusion, and yet
For you something was not quite well.
Things fall apart, the poet wrote,
There’s no fortune for me now left untold,
Yet perhaps not entirely everything is lost
When the center cannot hold.
Dear love, how I do wish your way
Were paved with petals, soft, unbent,
And though no longer is our day
I believe, still, you were heaven sent.
By Richard Edmondson
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