A Poem about Lost Love

This is a poem about lost love; about those empty, lonely feelings from which one finds it difficult to escape when a relationship breaks down. It is about the grieving you feel when something you thought was special is suddenly marred and taken away, whether for the good or for the bad. You want to let go, but can't stop looking; want to move forward but keep going back. Your heart doesn't speak the same words as your head. You don't know where life is going anymore - your path has changed and you haven't got a grip. You thought you were one of two, now it's only you. You feel alone, even when surrounded - an outsider, looking in on all the happy couples and other people for whom nothing has changed.

When I first began this poem I actually wanted to write a song. That didn't seem to work out, since I can't write or produce melodies. It didn't flow like a song, but it still sounded like a poem. Maybe I can learn the art of writing lyrics another time. So anyway, here it is.


The throng of tourists wander

Right by the London Eye

Hands held; a kiss; a photograph,

No one questions why,

I'm looking in from somewhere else,

A place I can't explain

I'm lost, just don't know where I am,

Love plays a mocking game


And the wheel just keeps on spinning,

Can't stop; can't find respite.

There isn't any platform

It's a stranger's solo plight,

This magnet I can't even see

Got right inside my life,

It pulls the other way -

A losing fight.



I'm in it on my own, you know -

Here, yet still alone.

Your music plays without the sound,

Your message on my phone.

Just mustn't look, yet can't resist

I kick myself so hard.

No longer have you by my side,

Instead, I wear the scar.


Music spills from cafes,

And laughing, raucous bars,

Lyrics like life's background,

The chords of strained guitar.

Are you there? Don't want to look,

So close but still so far,

I sit at home and drink alone,

Tattooed by the scar.



Someone wears your jacket,

Those shoes I know you love,

Battered leather, faded words,

It used to be enough.

Your stupid smile; your crinkled eyes,

That necklace round your throat -

A cruel joke; another spoke

Torments my tiny hope.


A walk along a pathway

That never has an end,

A busker wants my money,

Pretends to be my friend.

I'm not like him; I'm not like them,

My world holds me alone,

You cheat, I flee, you don't come back,

My ever-silent phone.


Tear out your picture - cocky; smug,

Delete you as my friend

Something keeps me checking

You don't request me back again.

An outline on the crowded tube,

Swallowed in a spit.

I think it's you; it never is -

I take another hit.



Can forked paths ever join again?

It's destiny disguised.

Our fate, I only wonder

Of what it will comprise.

Right now I wait like crazy bait

Life's paused, yet can't rewind.

A battle of destruction

Tries to tear my mind.


Have you ever smelled the city,

Walked its beaten streets?

They hide a million stories,

Ours ended in defeat.

Words still linger anyway,

Once spoken, cannot die,

A dream; a death; a journey

Fireworks in the sky.


Rose wine, a beer for you

Thai noodles cooked from fresh,

The bridge across the River Thames,

A tender, soft caress.

A film at home, lights down low,

Sweet silent melody,

Warm beating heart, my foolish trust

How stupid could I be?


I'm sandwiched by my anguish

By the footprints of our lives,

By the markets; bars; the takeaways,

By dreams that always lie,

The sun went down, the cloud apeared,

Some days it only rains

The clatter of the underground,

The screeching of the train.

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FitnezzJim 5 years ago from Fredericksburg, Virginia

Something about that phrase 'Delete you as my friend, Something keeps me checking, You don't request me back again' made me feel really old. I have difficulty equating the friendships I knew as I grew up with today's concept of friends. Back then, we actually knew the people we call friends. Today, you could pass by an online friend on the street and never know the difference.


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lindsy lohan222 5 years ago from no where

you lost your true love guy awwwww poor you i feel so bad for you


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Aceblogs 5 years ago from India

I know how it feels when you lose some one you love , been through that phase . Great poem written byy you , really liked it


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Polly C 5 years ago from UK Author

Hi FitnezzJim - it's true, many of us have online friends that we might never really 'know' in real life; however in this poem it is of course a 'real life' relationship first and foremost. Most people have the friends that meet with and work with on their Facebook accounts - I did not grow up with social media (or even a computer) but find it great for keeping in contact with people who have moved away especially, although that is stepping away from the subject a bit. Anyway, thanks for reading :)


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Polly C 5 years ago from UK Author

@lindsy lohan222 - don't feel bad, it isn't a poem specifically about me but rather a fictional character experiencing the loss of a relationship, as most of us have done at some point in our lives. Thank you for reading it :)


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Polly C 5 years ago from UK Author

Hi Aceblogs - yes, most of us have been through it at some time or the other, whether it was when we were young or later on in life. Thank you for reading and for your nice comments:)


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Nell Rose 5 years ago from England

Hi, Wow, I love the line, I'm sandwiched by my anguish, it said it all. I think we have all been like this, I still feel like this a bit now when I go out, watching couples go about together, holding hands, and I feel as though I am watching it all through a window, the people having fun, and me out in the dark cold night, amazing poem, rated up!


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Polly C 5 years ago from UK Author

Hi Nell - yes, I think you're right, we have all been here at some time or the other. I remember exactly how it feels and yes, it's just like watching other people through a window, living their lives. They don't even notice you and have no idea of how you feel. Anyway, thank you for reading :)


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time2rite 5 years ago from Navarre, Fl, USA

Polly C, as I read this I had a picture-movie in my head like I was watching someone else's life yet feeling it mirror my own. I think you did a very good job at writing this and voted "Up"!


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Polly C 5 years ago from UK Author

Hi time2rite, thank you for your great comment, to create a movie in a reader's head is a true compliment indeed! I couldn't ask for anything more. Thanks for stopping by :)


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TajmaHill 4 years ago from Schwenksville, PA

I love this poem; it is so truth in its rawest form. I think everyone can, unfortunately, relate to these emotional scars that are masked by our physical appearances of perfection. Losing love is very much like losing a loved one in death; you are greatly bereaved and healing is a long, continuous process.

Pray for healing for all of those who are presently experiencing this emptiness, pain and turmoil, and for those who are still suffering the depth of its effects.

Voted up!


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Polly C 4 years ago from UK Author

Hi TajmaHill, thank you for reading and leaving such a beautiful and insightful comment, I think you have said it all :)


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Midnight Lights 4 years ago from USA

Warm beating heart, my foolish trust How stupid could I be? Not stupid at all. I've never been able to accept nor understand why they do the things they do, mid-life crisis (want to be young again, drugs/drinking, mental disorders, medical conditions causing those mental disorders?) You took us through the good times and the bad in perfect detail in this poem to convey the true essence of your life with someone you shared your life with, and expected to live the rest of your life with. I hope you aren't like I am and finding it hard to bounce back because of age, in our youth I think it's so much easier somehow (though at the time we didn't think so, did we?) but we did pull through, and I keep reminding myself of that. I did it then, I can do it now. Very nice poem. I can relate to it like unfortunately way too many. You're not alone.


wausau 4 years ago

Thanks to prophetharry@ymail.com for bringing my boyfriend back into my life. I am completely happy.

Wausau, WI


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Kavita Trivedi 4 years ago from London

This is written beautifully and I love the photo you added to your hub as it brought out your words - almost like it was jumping out of the computer screen :)


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Polly C 4 years ago from UK Author

Hi Kavita, thank you so much for your great comments, I'm happy you liked my poem:)

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