A poem I had to get out after my wife told me that she was not coming back.<P><BR>I once held love in the palm of my hand.<BR>I did not tend to it and it slipped through my fingers.<BR>Now all I hold is sorrow and pain.<BR>I try and go back to the place that I first found it.<BR>But it has since moved on.<BR>I ask God how did this happen and to help me find it again.<BR>The only reply I receive stares back at me in the mirror.<BR>I see emptiness in the eyes stareing back at me.<BR>Like dark black pools I can not see anything beyond.<BR>I try to turn and look away from the mirror.<BR>But I am afraid of what I might see in the darkness.<BR>I must try and find this lost love that I once had.<BR>I ask others if they know where I might find it again?<BR>Only blank stares and laughter are my replies.<BR>How could you let it get away they say, with confusion.<BR>It happened so slowly that I did not notice it until it was too late, I reply.<BR>Will you help me find it again I plead?<BR>But as I finish the question everyone has gone off.<BR>And once again I am alone in the night.<BR>I grow afraid of the darkness as it seems to last an eternity.<BR>I must try and retrace my steps in the hope that it left a trail to follow.<BR>I hear laughter in the distance at my response.<BR>The voice replies, love does not leave a trail for you to follow and find it.<BR>Love is always inside of you.<BR>But you must work harder now that you let it go the first time.<BR>It will come back in its own time, but you must be patient.<BR>I find no solice in this response.<BR>How will I know when it has returned I ask.<BR>It will lift you up beyond the clouds in the sky, the voice responds.<BR>I begin to remember this feeling faintly, and how wonderful it once felt.<BR>I will wait for this love to find me again, I proclaim, an eternity if I must.
