After the Love Has Gone

After the love has gone
and the hierarchy shifts
There is always a winner
and of course, a loser
and the taking back of gifts
 
Who will be my advocate
in this frazzled, ugly mess
Serenity long gone
just hurt and anger remain
and you couldn’t care less

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Hierarchy - WotD

Serene - RDP

Advocate - FOWC

24 thoughts on “After the Love Has Gone”

1. I loved your poem today Christine.

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   1. Aww thanks Jim. I was inspired by the song. I missed song lyric Sunday yesterday 😕 Sorry. I’ll be back next week 👍

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2. So true 🙁🖤

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   1. Thanks Andy. I knew you’d understand. Loved that black heart! I’ll have to use it occasionally 😊👍

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      1. The black heart is becoming a signature for me these days , i just like it . I understand so very much . 🖤

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      2. Yes, I can tell 🙂🖤 I like that heart too! Thanks for sharing

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3. A lovely poem.

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   1. Thank you sweet Sadje 🙂💕

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      1. You’re welcome Christine. 😍

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4. Fabulous use of the prompts, especially “hierarchy”–wow!

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   1. Thanks Fleur!🙂

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      1. Always welcome 🙂

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5. and the hierarchy shifts – i never thought of it like this – something to ponder upon today – beautiful as always Christine

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   1. Yes…there is always one who feels more powerful as a relationship/marriage ends. 😢

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6. How the power shifts! This is wonderful, Christine. 🙂💞

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   1. Thank you my dear. 😢❤️

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      1. You are welcome!

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7. The taking back of gifts really spoke to me in this poem, Christine it recalled the final days of my marriage. Really well written.

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   1. Thank you, it seems to be a common heartache. I’m sorry you went through that too. 😥

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      1. I know God it was painful but we survive don’t we?

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      2. Yes, you think you’ll never get through it, but we do. We are invincible … well not right away! Glad you’re OK 💕

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      3. ❤ Thanks Christine. It is the deepest pain as I know you know.

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      4. It certainly is. Thanks goodness we have our writing to keep us sane ❤️

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