| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 04/10/09 at 05:03 PM Seems like such a sad commentary... I can almost see the tombstone you both mutually gaze upon. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/10/09 at 07:21 PM As they say, once deceased it may be hard to resurrect love or even a semblance there of. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 04/10/09 at 08:12 PM I agree with George. It's never too late until death takes one. Then and only then is it too late. Then all the I'm sorrys don't count. Ater 45 years I found out it was not too late to say I'm sorry. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 04/10/09 at 11:06 PM Forgive me for pointing out a minor typo (ouur)or forgive me if it was meant to be.Oh, but this is so sad and seems to happen so much.This is the time when people re-invent themselves as they go on separate paths---such a shame that they can't re-invent themselves traveling together on the same path shared. :( |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/11/09 at 12:50 AM Seems final, yet might not be. I have seen many a rebirth, and felt same. You have expressed this point in your lives so well. |
| Posted by Razel Davies on 04/13/09 at 03:16 PM This is so sad. That love is the greatest source of both your happiness and pain. but so long as it is producing those emotions, it still lives. Even water can be cleaned. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/14/09 at 08:22 PM I know the desperation this reveals,yet sometimes a stepping-stone can be a stumbling block if we can't see it until after we have tripped over it. Wishing you love, and luck. |
| Posted by Tony Young on 04/18/09 at 01:40 PM Reads like a sad story for sure but not quite the end. |
