Love-torn...

I let go softly

But ever within

Harbor the echoes

Of ‘never-again’

Sweet happy-sadness

Ah this, I am told

Is the fond flip-side

Of love’s have-and-hold

Thought is a lover

That walks tenderly

Back to the places

Of what used to be

Still, from Time’s spigot

Spills hope ever-new

Filling our fingers

With fresh things to do

Thus, I am torn

At midnight’s dark door

Twixt what is waiting

And Time’s never-more

© Janet Martin