AUTHOR’S NOTE: “Not all poetry is autobiographical.” 🙂

Verse – “When Love Has Gone”

They had been together

years.  The kids had all grown,

gone.  Old wounds would fester;

anger was like a crown:

one head then the other…

then despair, all their own.

…

Stubbornly they refuse

divorce.  They start to go

for help and learn to use

kindnesses, no words, no

sex, but avoid abuse.

Slowly, love starts to grow…

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, Jan. 3, 2013