I remind myself that
from this day forth,
there will be no more
love songs playing on
the radio.
There will be no more
sweet sound, sweet words
to surround our ears,
no more sweetness of
the nectar from your
heart.
I distance myself.
Far from the only shade
of the mind that can save
the madness of the ache of
the heart, the only thing that
can save myself is the forgetting
of the pain.
No more love songs to
serenade the mornings and
daylight of my world.
No more. Nothing here.
No more of you.
2017
chester maynes 