By now I’m sure you have forgotten me,
I on my part, try hard to do the same,
but in silent moments I say your name
and think about our lives, how it should be.
I felt well, while being closer to you,
this nearness showered me with joy and hope,
and gave me courage to go on and cope,
much more than just those silly phone calls do.
But now you have moved on, away from me.
Your phone is dead, the mailman has no mail,
and my autonomy will soon prevail,
back being one, alone, as I shall be.
We were just pedestrians on our way,
both not meant to stop, not meant to stay.
Comments on: "Forgotten love" (19)
Aww. I loved how you have cradled this emotion, with your language and your rounded corners, as if it is something delicate. It is familiar, but because it is painful, it feels alien at the same time. I hope your heart is OK.
Hi Irisoniris
But I like to write about my former love aches lol. Thank you very much for your comment!
Yes, this is a feeling that has passed.
Lovely, poingnant and expressive. I shall keep this one
Thank you very much!
Great work. Short and to the point!!
Hi Michael, thank you!
Wistful and beautiful – I especially love those last two lines!
Hi Betty
thank you very much
Ina, you are really becoming quite a sonneteer. This is really good. The loss it talks about is anesthesized, obviously, but still makes a strong sonnet. I think Nick Moore has influenced you in a good way.
Hi Thomas
I am sure reading Nick’s poems has a lot to do with it 
thank you, sometimes a poem comes out like a sonnet
Very touching words, Ina, very well written as usual.
Thank you very much, David!
There’s nothing like ‘former love aches’ for making poetry! It is a certain element of detachment and observation in your writing about them that leaves us all a little wiser if wounded for them.
Hi Diane
Thank you, if you look at what happened from a distance, it gets a bit universal I suppose
Prachtig gedicht , Ina , over love found and lost.
groetjes, Francina
Dank je! Groetjes
Ina
This is very lovely and sad…
Hi Sylv
thank you very much!
Ahh. Ina. You have once again, touched the essence of our lives with this poem. Sadness. Life in memory. Great writing my friend.