WHEN IT MATTERED: a sonnet

WHEN IT MATTERED: a sonnet


Welcome my friend, my sweetheart, my lover,
Welcome to my home that is not a home.
It’s true that o’er my head I have cover,
But in wilderness my heart does so roam.

I wish you had come when my heart was young,
When inside it had a burning desire.
There was a time when love songs I had sung,
That were rather the flames of my love fire.

But now I know that fire was one sided.
Your own embers were meant for another.
To part from me one day you decided.
That day life for me just ceased to matter.

To my ruined heart you are still welcome.
It matters not now though that you have come.


• Written for round 41 of " Lexi's Poetry Challenge”, "Lexi's Poetry Challenge" 


M C Gupta
3 December 2007