Lost Love
I’ve lost my love for you,
forgotten your name
among so many others.
Are you worth remembering?
Do you matter at all
any more?
Will you ever return,
re-emerge like hibernator?
Are you buried forever underground?
Could it be your disappearance
isn’t even noticed
and no tears shed for you?
The good of you fallen,
sieved like flour and icing sugar,
leaving only useless lumps?
Your name a melted hailstone,
gone from sight,
faded.
Pray surface in your own time,
lost love loved again
even if you’ve forgotten my old name.
From Bath to Cork with baby Grace 