Haunted by passion and intimacy gone cold and pallid. I can relate. The question is, how do you reignite a fizzled star.

Always a pleasure
Clay

Its quite painful to be in a relationship when libidos get out of sync.
You’ve captured it perfectly in this piece.
I haven’t found a fix …. hope you are more successful.
😘🙏

It’s a sad story as old as time itself. I’m sure at some time in the past cavemen through their cavewomen out into the mud, and space alien women are floating in space because they didn’t clean the dashboard of the UFO controls good enough. 🙂

This really captures the ache of a love that feels distant while still sharing the same space. “How did we die? / Laying in this bed.” says so much with so few words.

Powerfully penned, Fia. I felt the ache in your words my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Painful, tragic, brilliantly told in this piece. Great!!

Over sometimes long before it is declared over. No winners. A tie in last place. A slow painful death of a relationship…

I think I’ve been in that bed–or one very similar. You express very well the cold shoulder of love collapsing. I wish love potions were real.

Fia, this is a heartbreakingly powerful poem. This poem about what happens when one partner in a relationship lets go is such a real human experience that you put into words the burned across the page.

John

Oh yeah, everyday life can suck badly sometimes! The more valuable it is to have someone at your side who is well balanced and reminds you that getting upset about small things is only waste of time and energy. We can’t change them anyway. Much more important is to focus on the things that are really meaningful to you and that you can have impact on!

I concur with Sappho, and hope everyone has (or finds) someone that keeps them grounded in this way. Awesome write, my friend!

Clay

Sounds like you found that rare individual who grounds you. I have one of those too. The world is getting harder to find center in. Everything feels poised to set us off. Finding that pin-point of calm in all that is a treasure. Beautifully written, my friend

hello dearest Benny beautifully written honesty ❤️

This is a great “tribute” write. Accurate with its visuals that it creates
Well written.

Thank you Crimsin and Styxian.

Aptly written, my friend. The poem sitting on the right somehow makes it perfect and even more poignant.

Clay

Hoi hoi
Lured into this write by the artwork
The artwork is nice, but it’s the write that tells it all.
Lovely!
Kind regards, Gus

The formatting of your poem gave me an “aha” moment. Now you’ve spoiled me for the left side of the page! Very impressionable lines throughout, like “a storm of naked syllables”. How I wish I had thought of that one. Do you prefer “Benny” or “Peter”? Let me know!

Well said. I probably know of which women you speak about. All here are valuable in some way.

Do I scare you? Lol. We are all damaged in some way. Some of us try to heal and those efforts may damage others. Everything pours out of me and I write it down. Most if it is “brutal” which is how I described my writing around 2000. Now I use “gritty”. You can empathize or just be thankful for the life you have. Most memories or thoughts can be put down to share.

Excellent piece. I’ve read this poem twice and I can feel your passion & respect for her. Well said.