Comments : Speechless

  • 4 years ago

    by C Cattaway

    My first love was my true love. We took 30 years to give it a go, but he was tainted by life, & his stubbornness to accept love in to his heart. It broke me, yet I stayed, & I loved until I wasn't me anymore.
    But he is gone. We have remained friends, as we always had been, except he is now no longer on a pedestal, & I now no longer wear rose coloured specs. Life is better. A new relationship has my full attention now that I don't have my own ghost to carry. I'm not sure how you wrote your poem, but this is how I read & related.
    Catherine x

    • 4 years ago

      by D.

      Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me! It doesn’t matter how I wrote it, it’s how you read it :)