You

You came to me
All mystery and gloomy
And in your face
I saw a bitter glance.
Why don't you speak?
Just killing me by silence
I want to hear,
How much you missed me.
But in your lovely face
I can't espy a sparkle
And your hands in my hands
It's not like it should be.
So everything is clear:
You just felt out of love with me
And we can't back in time,
When we were young and free.

by Anastasia Basarovskaja

Comments (3)

Sometimes it is the bitter truth.Some tend to fall out of love with the advent of time. Sad but true.Thanks for sharing
Love, besides being spiritual, it's also whimsical and temperamental, coming unannounced and may leave without warning. A good poem nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
The mysteries and miseries of lost love. Thanks for sharing, Anastasia. Peace