Regret One

By D G Moody

Sun, 30 Jun 2024
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We once loved
And then love left
And yet the memory
Of that love
Is all that's left.

For you were once all to me
but now there is nothing
beside what’s been left,
that memory that’s bereft,
which I could wish be gone,
but that is not allowed,
it is not mine to choose,
a memory I cannot lose.

 

© D G Moody 2024                                                                                                                                    (Image courtesy of Tom Franz from Wikemedia Commons)

 

 

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Poignant. Rhiannon

the last line of the first verse, Is all that left is how you want it, is it? Not meant to be Is all that's left

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks Rhiannon, for reading and spotting the typo. I'm in the process of revising the poem and will make the change you suggested.

Best from me...........Dougie

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Tom Brown on

I suspect some underlying perfect logic but I don't quite get it. What I do know is that love does not work with logic and also that women are in fact perfect random machines. According to a gay friend of mine. In that case, consider yourself lucky.

Good luck! Tom