All I Have Left Poem by Bryan Taplits

The passion is no more-
The years have cured that buzz.
The flowers, the chocolates
And the diamonds I gave-
Are now all
in memory's grave.

The times of bliss-
Which truly I miss-
Have retreated and left the battleground.
(These retreats I consider
just a clever pause,
In my armament-
And nothing but a strategic withdraw) .

Sometimes we nearly drew our verbal swords
(Thank God we weren't armed at those times) ,
I'd like to think those years are finally done
But I know this for sure:
They weren't memorable or fruitful or fine.

Our good tempers have gone
Our ardor is lost
No longer are our sympathies quite in tune,
There is nothing left--
It's odd that I'm not bereft?
And I don‘t notice any stress! --
I think it's because I still have you.