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My Love Was Real

by Thomas K. Hunt

What do you remember?
I wonder what you do
Do you still think of me when a feeling comes over you?
Certain things remind me of the way we used to be
I still hear your echoing voice from the day you set me free
You took away a piece of me that I can't seem to get back
Scattered fragments of my life lay littered along life's track
October moons remind me of the day you came to be
Birthday cards and phone calls you must know they are from me
I hope that you are happy with this life that you have made
In all this time you need to know for your happiness I have prayed
It's hard for me to imagine yet harder to understand
Why throughout all these years things didn't go as I planned
It's not just a memory that's burned behind my eyes
It's really a true love
The kind that never dies
If the day should ever come that you know just how I feel
I hope you'll smile with warmth inside
To know my loves was real

11/25/1979

Author's Note: To MLH whom never would have had to change her monogram

Posted on 03/29/2003
Copyright © 2024 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Don Coffman on 08/16/03 at 05:02 AM

Very easy to identify with, for just about anybody I think. You've done a great job with capturing that bittersweet feel of loss mixed with cherishing what was there. A couple of lines in the middle, about October moons and birthday cards, is a subtle but memorable reminder of the 'little things'.

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