Love Wears Thin


I remember you

every morning,

and forget you

in the evening.

Filled by the day’s cost,

drained of what I was.

There’s no excuse for you,

no magic words

that make forgiveness

easier this time.

My heart is a thief,

caught up

in the rush of its crimes,

and you are the artist

whose works I steal.

Even in the night,

when our attention wanes,

I drift off the sleep

and you are left

forlorn once more.

I wake before the dawn,

behold your sleeping form

and say a prayer

to God

of thanks for you.

Then, out into the world.

That daily “Good-bye”

still on m lips,

until the evening time.



HG – 2022

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