Our love used to be a blazing inferno.
I cry everyday since I let her go.
With nights at the movies and days at the park,
With strolls on the beach till long after dark.
I know that it’s crazy, A crying shame,
Our love was reduced to a candle flame.
Think I neglected to tell her I care.
We drifted apart ‘cause I wasn’t there.
My job and career, they got in the way.
I gave her great gifts so what could I say.
Saying “I love you” can go very far.
I never said it, now look where we are.
We never fought and We never bickered.
Yet love reduced to merely a flicker.
Now she’s in the arms of another man.
He walks on the beach while holding her hand.
All I can think is “That used to be me.”
My heart is aching from what used to be.
I’ll find love again; I have no real doubt.
With No Wood Added, The Fire Dies Out.
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David E. Perry
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