Stilthof Memory Poem by me poet yeps poet

You have the essence
of a lover poet

the fragrance of a Rose
yet in one's life memories
one can't dispose
in the garbage bin of time
we all suppose

it still linger in our minds
why she left us so

much a heavy weight
that none can bear

to forget her
is a hazardous task
she knows

so like a butterfly she goes
into the dungeons of darkness
our minds suppose

but she knows
the grief that within us shall
like compost grow
and
now we also know
why did she go

to make us live in her memory all along
what do you poets suppose

I leave here
a big Question mark
fill it in with repose
you may
Poet Me
does suppose

(INSPIRED FROM A LOVER'S POEM
one of abandonment
not betrayal)