Love Lost Somewhere Along the Way

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

Somewhere along the way,

almost it seems,

a lifetime ago,

there was love

and there was passion.

Then all the blooms,

sent petals,

dancing in the wind,

no more caring –

no more sweet kisses and caresses.

Somewhere along the way,

we lost the right things to say,

the warmth once felt,

was now like the cold breath of winter.

Soon the paths we walked,

the places we used to roam,

will seem like their overgrown by weeds.

It always seems,

that whenever love fades,

taking with it,

so many joys

and makes the smiles,

once shared,

now brilliant no longer,

we must go on

and become stronger,

because we go on alone,

no more you and I.

Like two colorful butterflies,

that played in the summer sun,

drank the sweet morning dew

and danced through blue skies.

The last drop of wine,

has been drunk,

the last love song sung,

with the setting sun,

I walk off into the dark shadows of night.

Somewhere along the way,

the words of love,

were taken,

left only silence

and pain –

nothing ever the same.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee