A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
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LONG LOST LOVE
What a thrill to hear your voice again!
I’ve always wondered how you’ve been.
My mind is rushing back to when we parted.
I told you that I loved you then.
I thought we were such lucky men.
I never thought you’d leave me broken-hearted.
It seemed like we had barely met,
And now you asked me to forget,
But after all these years I haven’t yet;
And though it hurt too much to cry,
I knew our love would never die,
And so I shed no tears, but felt regret.
You are the first man I ever loved,
The last man I will ever love.
Though you were so afraid of love,
I knew we were made to love each other.
And though I’ve had so many men
And women between now and then,
Inside I only longed for when
You would hold me in your arms again, sweet lover.
I remember how it felt to rest
My weary head upon your chest;
And even now, I still love you the best.
And now that I have heard from you,
No one else will ever do,
Though I might be alone my whole life through.
I am the best man that you’ve ever known,
Able to be on my own;
For he who stands alone is much the stronger.
And I will never doubt you.
I will always think about you.
I don’t want to live without you any longer.
Canton, New York, 1994
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