For those of you that are familiar with my Instagram account you will be aware I write about nature and places in #devon and #cornwall a lot. However I'm not restricted to just 'places' poems, and further more I will *never* be restricted, or held back in what I write, just because it *may* offend somebody who feels the content is perhaps a little close too home. So if think you recognise yourself here please reassured that this poem is not about *you* Inspiration is different, right? We must get inspiration from our poems from our lives and the experiences with have; and the relationships we forge. So this poem is inspired by real relationships and how actually, we can care so very deeply for someone and think we are truly in love with them but it has been proven time and time again that love is not permanent. Take my son's dad, I was very much in love with him 11 or 12 years ago and much of my historic love poetry was about him. However now - what do I feel? I actually don't feel any love at all. He's moved on, married and had more kids, I don't feel anything about it.
I once wrote loosely about a friends marriage and subsequently lost this friend and things were never the same. I never mentioned any names and the details of the marital issues were not public. However the person took offence and things have never been the same since. I do realise writing honestly can have implications sometimes. However IG is an open platform to write as we choose, right?
This poem is called "forgotten" because I wanted to raise the topic about the impermanence of love. Some may say, well if she is still harping on about it, the author has obviously not forgotten. But I have. And it's something my mum once said to me. She said that in many years to come - you just won't have any feelings. She was right. Time heels the wounds of love and we move on forgetting our pain.
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