Whispered Wanderings

I don’t want this month to end.

Requiem

It wasn’t because I stopped loving you;
never that.
But lost in feelings,
living only for the next time I’d see you,
I forgot how to love
myself; like
some old-time wandering minstrel
playing music you would never hear: yet,
only for you.

I tried to give you
the music of my soul but
I’d already lost you by then…
magical sandcastles
washed out to sea
by the relentless waves of time;
feelings too big
for either of us to hold.

No, it wasn’t because I stopped loving you;
never that.

klm
4/26/23