Lovers, Old and Gone
by Ken Harnisch
That it should truly be
That lovers old and gone can be discarded
Like so much dust in the pan
Swept aside, and thrown away
As if they never were
Every flinch at some remembered slight
Every note hummed from a forgotten song
Every passerby who jars the eyes
For height or hair
Brings us back
Realizing it or not
Regrettably or not
And in the person we show the world
Even ages hence
Old lovers lurk
Gnawing, like some insistent mouse,
At the wire to our hearts.
Author's Note: Sometimes I crack the vault open and...
Posted on 05/17/2011
Copyright © 2022 Ken Harnisch
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/17/11 at 02:07 PM|
Maybe it's like dark chocolate - bittersweet but something about the bitter darkness makes it good for heart health?
|Posted by Kristine Briese on 05/17/11 at 09:09 PM|
The vault must be a wonderful place to browse. Once again, you've moved my soul.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/17/11 at 09:18 PM|
It's amazing the rush of memories one can get just from opening that door a little. Fantastic stuff.
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/18/11 at 07:15 PM|
...ken, you readin' my mail? i smile, nod.