Poetry: An ode to withering love, by Isi Esene

Flower withers

by Isi Esene

Others saw a happy woman with the key to happiness firmly within her grasp;
But I saw an unhappy one longing for the lover she once possessed;
I sensed the gnawing pain within you the moment we met;
It was too heavy a burden for one so young, so beautiful, and so full of life to carry.

In the midst of a multitude you were lonely;
Your careful, though risky investment in love appeared to have paid no dividend;
The pain of loneliness, the rubble of wasted years, the disappointment of unfulfilled promises.

In my naivety I thought I could bring happiness to where it had once fled;
I thought I could restore the promise I did not make;
I struggled in the hope that I could wrest you away from the grip of first love.
Your heart is sold, and my love currency lacked value.

We knew one day all these would fly out of the window;
How we dreaded its coming.
Like a ominous bird it perched, then flew again;
We fought so hard to preserve what we thought we had, but fate always gets the better of mortals.
We have lost this battle, yes, we have. But I pray the war doesn’t consume us so.
It is hard to bear, but bear we must – the burden of withering love.

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