Wil you
Ever come to me again
in our warm bed ,with
arms and legs and lips ajar
ready for prising wide open.
Will you
Ever wrap your arms
around my ageing body
that needs your warmth
to sustain it
as my fire sinks ever lower
Will you
Just for a moment
forgive me for
not knowing how
to give you what you need
not what you want
Will you
look deeply
not into my eyes
but into my soul
and say to yourself
‘oh how ive neglected him’
And
Will you
Remember what I said
that the only thing
that can kill love,is
NEGLECT








What is it with poems making me cry tonight?
This is beautiful and sad, Peter. I wish I had something eloquent to say, but I don’t.
You did say something eloquent 💋
💋