Thoughts and observations by English poet Roger N. Taber, a retired librarian & poet-novelist.- "Colour, creed, sex, sexuality... these are but part of a whole. It is the whole that counts." RNT [NB While I have no wish to create a social network, I will always reply to emails. Contact: firstname.lastname@example.org].
I once knew a devoted
couple, one of whom died of cancer. A few years later, my friend found someone new
and they have been very happy together. At a party, someone bitchily remarked, ‘How
soon some people forget...’
My friend’s new love overheard,
shrugged and said, ‘You never stop loving someone, but ghosts can’t even kiss.
How boring is that?’
Beneath an awkward tittering,
I sensed a general consensus that my friend had made a good choice. One love can never be the same as another, and it is not fair on anyone involved to make comparisons.
As for me, my partner and I
only had a few years together and I never really fell in love again after he
died, but I live for the love we had and have enjoyed my fair share of (real) kisses
since… LOVE, LIFE FORCES (NEVER, THE SAME, NEVER COMPARE)