Gert Knop writes and shoots

Lost Love

Past memories 
broken in the fog of presence.
A gem lost,
now worn by someone else.

A letter hit like an arrow.
Words, heartbroken,
love buried
in another world

A voice 
drowned in tears,
images return 
as in a dream

Shared experiences,
unforgotten,
hope died
like brittle branches

Love lost 
in a fading chime.
Solitude obscures 
the silence

Words on the phone 
without echoes.
Melancholy melts away
in grief