Love is Not Recyclable

My heart ache
It’s more than I can take
Nearly every moment
I find myself awake

My love lost
Out, with the garbage tossed
Love is not recyclable
Far beyond measure, the cost

At the brink of disaster
Nothing will outlast her
The queen in my memory palace
Kind and soft as alabaster

I feel her like yesterday
She confounds my every way
I suppose none could e’er be farther
From the warmth of her resplendent rays

My regret, the size of a galaxy
I’d need an era, a map, and a moon taxi
To collect myself and reign it all in
Prolonged failure, my skin dead and waxy

Innocuous, all of my intent
Excessive, the committed time spent
To reach the worst conclusion
Inadequate, the love that I sent

 

 

 

 

Loveland, CO  ¦¦  July 26, 2018

 

 

 

 

 

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5 thoughts on “Love is Not Recyclable

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      1. Well, I don’t really know you, but I think you are quite possible. In fact, I would venture a guess that you are a great measure more possible than most. But I have yet much to learn–like living love the way it sounds aloud. 🙂

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