Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

I Don't Believe I Can Write A Love Poem Again


It is all so far away from me,
That passion that longing that supreme pleasure-
I don’t think I can even really remember it again,
What it was to long so and wait so and want so and embrace so-
I know I cannot remember-

How she was everything for me
All I ever wanted in life
How I would have given my life for her
How I just in being with her felt totally alive and happy
And how in our caresses there was all the joy I had ever dreamed-

It has been so long ago-
And I cannot ever hope to touch what we in our years of joy
Shared so eagerly-

Now that is all gone
And my remembrance too cannot touch it.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 31, 2013

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