“It’s Not Lost”
(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
It’s not lost on me
How this coral-tinctured eve
Tempers morning’s joy
With sadness and coos of doves
Grieve dying light’s somber end
It’s not lost on me that I
Never got to bid farewell
As sun languishes
On melancholy verge of
Day’s bitter demise
It’s not lost on me
That no matter how I tried
I could not reach you
My arms were not strong enough
To save you from siren’s song
It’s not lost on me that I
Could not give you what you sought
To slay your demons
Could not be your shining hope
In your darkest hour
It’s not lost on me
That I mourn what never was
What could never be
How I wish this night would end
How I wish for you again
Silent Pariah 
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Thanks, Juliette! 🙂
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You really conveyed sadness and intense regret in this one, Mike. It’s powerful.
❤
David
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Thanks for the kind words, David. Writing is cathartic and a good soul-cleanser at times. 🙂
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Really love the last stanza, and especially the last line. I’ve known that feeling too many times.
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Thanks so much for your nice comment. I have to confess, this was a hard one for me to write. That last stanza…it was brutal. I, too, have known this feeling too many times. Sometimes we must create our own closure, I suppose, and writing helps in that regard. 🙂
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I can see why it would be difficult to write. But it’s expressed so beautifully and I’m so glad you shared it. 💛
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hi, Mike!
Thanks for sharing this poem with me for ‘Poetry Partners’! I’ve posted it and responded to it here:
Much love,
David
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Thanks so much, David. I’m excited about this, and it made my day. Truly delighted by your kindness, good sir! 🙂
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Just beautiful.
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