Fb ;love story

Fb love story

Roused by romantic notions

of sweet loving emotions

He typed

words of feelings long

unexplored.

His zest and enthusiasm

of giving life to his phantasm

Gave birth to masterpieces

of short word-minuets

and waltzes.

No, he never was romantic,

he loves prose he’s not poetic.

She made him so,

when she left without

adieu.

Memories  left behind

were strongly etched in his mind.

He wanted them to be forever.

It was she he wanted,

 “this can’t be over”.

He painted words he thought

she’d understand.

“Would she ever read them,

would she even scan?”

But then he understood,

she‘s really gone

for good.

A man as wise as he

should move forward and let it be.

But he took pains going back

 to every cranny and every crack;

Cleaning every nook

of all the pages of his book,

Wanting to make the slate clean

of things might not

or might  have been.

No, it’s not yet the end

Cause  in spite of all the pain,

It will start all over

again