Love Lost, Love Gained
Since my true love just up and left,
there’s no relief. I am bereft.
No matter how much I expound,
help is nowhere to be found.
Come, wipe the memory of his face.
Let, then, a new love take its place.
“Us” bleached out from my memory,
kiss wiped so a new kiss may be,
and so forsake this moan and vetting.
Part of love lies in forgetting.
For the dVerse Poets prompt, we were to take one of the given lines and to make a poem of it, using each word of the line, in order, as the the beginning word in each line of our poem. The the line I chose precedes the poem: “Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.”