All That’s Left Is A Memory

~ Frank Solanki

We tried our best to hold together

Through all the rainy, stormy weather

But it wasn’t meant to be

We knew we’d end up separate

As somebody else wrote our fate

You were sent away from me

Now we’re wandering on our own

In our worlds but all alone

It is such a mystery

How Love itself doesn’t have a heart

For playing such a cruel part

All that’s left is a memory

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29 thoughts on “All That’s Left Is A Memory”

  1. Your writing is wonderfully heartfelt, Frank. I try to write in a similar manner. After all, as the Beatles (that ages me!) once sang, All you need is love ❤

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  3. Hello Frank,

    Thank you for creating such a beautiful poetry blog and thank you for sharing this deeply touching poem. Its evocative imagery and poignant expression of love and loss resonated deeply with me. The way you’ve captured the essence of separation and the powerlessness we sometimes feel against fate is both beautiful and heart-wrenching. The line about Love not having a heart is particularly striking, prompting reflection on the unpredictable nature of love and life.

    I have written a piece called Reasons Seasons and True Friends that may resonate with you that I would like to share.

    Harinder Singh

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    1. Hello Harinder,

      Thank you so much for your kind words. Appreciate you taking out the time to go through my work.

      Currently I can’t see anything on your blog. If you want to share your work in the comments here then feel free to do so!

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  8. It is not absolutely not love when you don’t care for her/him in sickness/hardship/difficult times. I will not accept such a person in my life.

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