when did it all become history to you?
because I don’t quite know
when it happened for me
when did the time pass us by
and leave us breathless and lonely,
with nothing and no one to grasp?
when did your hand, large and firm,
become the only one I could hold?
when did we become inseparable,
and decide we were only good enough
for each other?
when did our fingers intertwine
and never let go?
when did we start to share the same eyes,
the same vision, the same callous view
of this world around us?
when did friends become enemies;
when did enemies become unimportant?
when did people turn into voids
of space, taking up all the room?
where did hope go?
where is love?
when did we become
unable to see it?
About the Creator
angela hepworth
Hello! I’m Angela and I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, and more. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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Comments (8)
I liked the flow, the emotion, and the perception. Well done!
The repeated inquiries about time and transformation create a rhythmic urgency. Incredibly done! 💌
I guess noticing it has happened is the first step in whatever comes next.
This echoed soooo loudly in my empty soul. Loved it so much!
I love the pathos of this poem, and the reflection that even as we grow and develop relationships over time and lose some, there is also sadness in leaving behind the new, the bright, and the first time.
Stunning and I love the picture too.
Poignant pause for relationships, Angela.
Urgent questions, all!