Goodbye Love Poem

True love is not how you forgive, but how you forget, not what you see but what you feel, not how you listen but how you understand, and not how you let go but how you hold on. Death is a painful reminder that we don't have forever to show those we love how much we really care. This poem is just a reminder to never put it off until it is too late.
Death doesn't wait for anyone - tomorrow is too long to wait.

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This poem touched me a lot. I remember when I broke up with my husband I never thought I'd survive without him. I also wanted to take my life. Thank you for writing this poem for us. It helps...

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Knight In Shining Armor

Published by Family Friend Poems October 2009 with permission of the Author.

We were once the youngest of toddlers,
Playing recklessly without concern,
But how the tides have changed,
What I had is now what I yearn.

We were the best of friends,
I loved him to no end,
But as the days passed by,
It was getting harder and harder to pretend.

The truth was I was in love,
With the charming boy next door,
Our friendship was unique,
But it grew to be so much more.

We dated for a few,
It was the happiest years of my life,
We gave everything to each other,
And he even asked for me to be his wife.

You see, it was everything that I wanted,
It seemed too good to be true,
He made me believe in love,
Amid all the struggles we went through.

He was a special man,
He stood out from all the rest,
He was so selfless at times,
And that's why he was truly the best.

But as we inevitably grew older,
We left our youth behind,
It was time to let go of the past,
There was no use in being blind.

The truth was I was deeply in love,
With the fragile man next door,
No matter how much I denied his fate,
I knew it was time for his spirit to soar.

The day came when he left my side,
It was a cold and gloomy night,
I still remember that day so clearly,
I held onto him with all my might.

It was the last I saw of him,
The last study of his face,
But it doesn't really matter because
Our memories cannot be erased.

My heart bruises easily,
As I sit alone late at night,
But I often reassure myself,
Because I know that I'll be all right.

Nothing has really changed,
Nothing that I can see,
Even though he's not here right now,
I still feel his presence next to me.

The story of our love,
Is an endless story never to be lost,
I don't know if I will ever see him again,
But I always keep my fingers crossed.

My heart is slowly adjusting,
To continue life without that charmer,
But I know that I will never be alone because
He will always be my knight in shining armor.

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