it isn't love if it doesn't last

i was tidying up my room the other day and thought i might as well rearrange the items in my drawers.

Many forgotten items were found, well kept in different boxes...and among the letters, postcards, gifts, i found a piece of my past:



i remember doing this, many years ago
the poem was from an old book, the words so resonate with how i felt at that time, i could not help but copy it.

it is funny, how feelings change with time
i suppose it wasn't love
for love is supposed to last

..........


the layers i have put around the pain of your going are thin
i walk softly through life, adding thickness each day
a thought or a feeling of you cracks the surface,
a call to you shatters it all
i spend that night in death
and spin the first layer of life with the sunrise

.........


i am so glad i could now smile while reading this