“It’s Not Lost”

On By Mike U.In Poetry

“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

13 thoughts on ““It’s Not Lost””

    1. 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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