Breathless

Sometimes it’s hard to catch his breath
To lose someone oft feels like death
He fills with hope but then it goes
Because he’s not the one they chose
What can he do but still ‘love you’
And relive anguish he’s been through
At least he felt joy for awhile
With messages that made him smile
But in the end his time had past
All his good things never last
Her perfumed walks on trails alone
Are now just poems in his tome
To fade away from gilded pages
Locked away in nostalgia’s cages
And now he must face yet more years
With a shattered heart weighed by tears
He doesn’t ask because he knows
Why love’s sweet flower never grows
Had he just been a better man
He’d long since have his maiden’s hand
And now he’s become that better soul
But it’s too late time took its toll
Thus it will teach him solitude
Until his waning days occlude
He has no children nor a wife
All he has is this one last life
Yet through it all he’ll cling to hope
Without that grain he’d never cope
But it’s so hard to catch his breath
To lose his love doth feels like death

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I wrote this poem in the form of a cyhydedd fer.