A poem - The chore

The chore
by Gem


I have been held
I have been kissed
But your touch is the one I miss.

All the times you held me near
I thought our love would persevere.

But your love for me was not as strong
As I thought it was all along.

My love for you will always be true
Leaving me with feelings, not knowing what to do.

I know some how I’ve got to move on
But how do you tell the heart it doesn’t belong.

This is a chore greater than expected
I have yet to figure out how to become disconnected.

Everyone tells me time takes away the sorrow
So I pray every night it will be gone tomorrow.

But I awake every morning with you on my mind
Knowing my soul is still yet confined.