Forget It

I wrote you my love song;
But I forgot it.
It wasn’t very long;
But I forgot it.

It was written in a day.
It said all I had to say;
But it didn’t go your way,
For I forgot it.

I bought you this cool ring;
But then I lost it.
It was such an awesome thing;
But then I lost it.

It was meant to be a gift
That could give our love a lift;
But it didn’t close the rift,
Because I lost it.

I called you on the phone;
But then I hung up.
I had gotten you alone;
But then I hung up.

There’s a love song you can’t burn.
There’s a ring you can’t return.
There’s a call of no concern;
Because I hung up.

I feel a terrible undercurrent of sadness here, Ir.

Thanks, Orb. The poem was meant to be funny, hence the flippant rhyme scheme; but you were able to see the pain that caused it—laughing in the dark.

I like your poem too Ierrellus. I didn’t get a funny or whimsical sense out of it either. It was beautifully simple (a wonderful simple) and it seemed to have a hint or flavor of some regret somewhere in it.
Perhaps with the poems which we write, as I know for myself, we don’t always realize the full depth of mood or emotion which we are actually feeling. It hides away sometimes.

But you may have written this one simply to be funny. Again, I enjoyed it.

Thanks, Arc.