At times I wonder how love dies

At times I wonder
how she can so easily
decide on the dot
that she feels nothing for me.

Still I wonder how love
can vaporise by it self,
as if it was never there.

What does a relationship mean
when you darling fails you,
at the time of your worst crises
and you still
spend your last pennies on her.

Still I want to try again,
but one more time
I cannot get from her
and I do not know
how to get though to her.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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