IOI (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

Useless, A Challenge Entry

The handbook isn’t written yet
that will teach me to forget.
The years of happiness we shared.
I have no doubt because we dared,
to accept that we were meant to be.
Bonded together as a pair
Because we matched so perfectly.
A partnership beyond compare.
There’s no hand book nor will there be.
In any language known to man,
which can erase your memory.
I am certain that nothing can
Of what use could a handbook be?
It won’t relieve my misery.

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Comments (1)

Hi Ivor! A very eloquent and touching poem! A little melancholy, so sad but true No handbook can ever bring - Your true love back to you! Best regards! *10*! ! Friend Thad