Friday, July 3, 2026

Fade, a poem

Fade

Love will fade until you are not sure
you ever loved. Try to believe you did.
It is the lesser of hurts. Believe the moon
remembers. It, too, kissed her once and passed
on into the night. It whispers names
you have forgotten. Names that fade like love.

Stephen Brooke ©2026

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