Leftovers is a poem about distant memories of a lost love and how these memories are related to objects that are left behind.
What is left of you? Two photos of you and me. Distant memories, forgotten Two souls once lit. Time always knows to erase wounds Where once were springs of dream. Stupid promises for eternal love, Forgotten along with the years. These photos I look in the moonlight, Blurred shadows of past peace.
If you liked this you might also want to read “Full Moon” or “Redemption“
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23 thoughts on “Leftovers”
Good poem! I agree time heals. It’s a romantic but melancholy poem. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you Nicole!
I love this poem, such powerful and relatable words! Time really heals x
Thank you Della!
This was a lovely poem Eri! This poem gave me a picture of two people who were once lovers but ended up separately lol. I don’t know if that was the message you were trying to pass across but this was a lovely poem. Indeed time does erase wounds. Thank you so much for sharing x
Thank you Ruth! I am glad you liked it!
I like how you describe something that so many of us can relate too in a way that brings meaning to what we experience. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you Molly ❤️
Lovely though sad. The imagery of the “once were springs of dream” – very moving
Thank you Laurie!
The nostalgia in this piece is bittersweet but not overwhelming, beautiful and evocative!
I am glad you liked it Jaya. Thank you!
This poem is quite relatable. Good job.
Thank you Annette!
You are welcome.
Great writing and photo!
This is a beautiful poem even though it is a bit sad. You did a wonderful job.
Thank you 💓
Thank you Jodie 🙂
Such a beautiful poem about love and how it starts and sometimes it ends.
Thank you for reading and commenting 🙂