My thoughts are still your thoughts,
My dreams governed by your ways,
My head is filled with idle notions,
I’m still going through the motions,
Yet despair permeates the air,
It clings to my clothes,
Sits in your empty chair.
My emotions raw,
My devotion not required anymore,
For you have found a new love,
A younger version of me,
A man whose belly burns with fire,
Not a solid, dependable soul like me.
I lost my charm, my attraction faded,
Of my unique taste you became jaded,
And as the silver strands invaded my hair,
My time was over as you longed for a new romance,
A dalliance, an illicit love affair.
I still love you in a strange kind of way,
Keep on my desk the photo of our wedding day,
But I became as dust,
As your lust
for me abated,
All the trust I placed in you
is long evaporated,
I am an ex,
Trying hard not to be a bitter member of the male sex,
Love’s many colours are now a muted grey,
I live alone and go my own way.
(c) Copyright 2016 Joy S. J. Edwards
“I started writing poetry three years ago and I don’t really have one theme as a favourite. Inspiration can strike me from many sources, sometimes just a couple of words spoken by a friend is enough to create a verse or two.” – Joy