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Unforgettable

UNFORGETTABLE What has it been? The many, many years flock together And she’s never been out of mind Her gentle femininity That almost apologetic smile Blend eternally with the multitude Nor had I tried to efface that opaque vision No I kept it close upon my awareness In a cherished area of soul Alas she sits now beside me Nothing absolutely nothing has changed That sweet nausea has returned and even stronger my yearning When one loves really loves The fated friendship may be fraught With restraint Yes our two loves differed Perhaps hers the truer But for me a waking, lesson taking perhaps lifetimes to comprehend Oh she still loves me In her antiseptic way Innocents project their feelings are dumb cannot lie And she blithely tells me of her new guy Ah this strange love is blind on either side I wish her happiness Dave Austin

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Pete Yuhas

Date: 1/14/2016 3:28:00 PM

Very nice daver, a forever heartache.

Elaine George

Date: 12/30/2015 5:48:00 PM

Yes!! IN this life , if we are lucky, we encounter those rare special breads that sear themselves on our very soul...right my friend????

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 12/30/2015 3:03:00 PM

Daver, I've been here going 6 years. It makes me happy to see you are still here. I see why some people are unforgettable..... Happy New Years... Always ~LINDA~

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 12/24/2015 2:12:00 AM

This poem reveals so much about the human spirit Daver, and the way we love. Borrowing from Ms Browning...how do I love thee, let me count the "different" ways. Your words ring so true in this beautiful tribute to the one who got away.#7

Daver Austin
Date: 1/16/2016 3:36:00 PM

With me, I write 50 or more to get one good one. Thanks for your meaningful comment as I consider this that one of fifty. More love, Dave

Daver Austin
Date: 12/24/2015 1:08:00 PM

Thanks, Connie. You know that old song, "When you grow too old too dream?" At 86 I still dream of her, but realize she was probably the daughter I never had, there being nothing really sexual about the relationship. She was 20 years younger than I, after all. Love, Dave

Constance La France

Date: 12/23/2015 10:43:00 PM

Dave, this is really wonder, a lovely read, well done ~

Francine Roberts

Date: 12/21/2015 12:29:00 AM

awesome write Dave, very much enjoyed this nostalgic piece

Francine Roberts
Date: 12/21/2015 12:29:00 AM

oh and Merry Christmas

Skat A

Date: 12/20/2015 7:02:00 PM

Daver, stopped by to enjoy some of my favorite and best poets of 2010 - 1015 :) Hope you are well enjoying what is left of 2015. Sending an early Christmas Message with Hugs. May you have a blessed Christmas and a happy New Year. Good luck in all you do during 2016. ~SKAT LOVE~