• Now That Heartaches Are Over

    I haven’t written a line of poetry for months, Not since I found the man I married. I might have written him a poem On a tissue paper from a local cafe… But that too was long ago. Since then, this heart and this pen, Are no longer bursting with pain. I am free of all burdens No trace of heartaches remain. But like all sad alcoholics in the world, I am (some sort of) a poet. Inspired by failed romances, Entranced by missed chances… So where do I begin to write again? How could I write about a love That is pure, unending? When all I knew Was to…