Retrospect Poem by Marie WardAlonge

Turn to me my love and you will see.
The flames of passion that burned then dimmed but now have gone out.
I can summon many words but right now I am in doubt.

Heavy are the thoughts on my mind
For the happy times that were but not now.
Remembrance has taken shelter and refuses
To relinquish its hold on me
Before I take my bow.

This heart had thrust with gladness.
My brown eyes now reflect sadness.
In my bed, I lie and desire to hear your voice that was so sweet.
Instead, I hear myself weep.
In my head, these words creep.
Thinking, not too long ago, you were loving me.

Sleep will come and I must go.
It won't come fast-it will come slow.
Preoccupation is no longer an affect.
The love I have left for you is in retrospect.