My new poem is called “A Love’s Gentle Passage & Memory.” It does have an unusual structure, as it pertains to its poetic content and meaning. There are four speakers assigned different roles.

At the sound of the first musical beat—a piano—, the first speaker, a young woman who mourns the love she once enjoyed, opens up the poem with an existential question—bearing an emotive quality.

The second speaker, a young man who also mourns the memory of a triumphant love, asks a series of questions which he hopes will console his heart. This stanza is accompanied by the sound of a different musical instrument, preferably a violin.

The final speakers are a couple who just begin their love journey, an experiment they hope will bring greater joy and excitement. This final stanza is accompanied by the rhythmic sound of a French horn, as these new lovers sing the poetic lines in unison.

“A Love’s Gentle Passage & Memory”

Speaker 1

What happens when romantic love dies?
Where does it go?
What will it become?
How much could we hold on to it?
How much could we hope without it?

Does a love that fades away become a ghost in the night?
Does a love that we mourn become only a whisper at dawn?
Does it stop our heart beating?
Can hope still blossom amid love’s ashes?

Speaker 2

What happens when lovers exhale their final breath?
Where does their breeze finds its rest?
Can the vision of a dying love rekindle its passion?
How much warmth still remains from its fire?

Speaker 3

Love does not die; it only transforms.
Love becomes a ghost in echoes, a silent kiss in the wind.
It fades to ember, dissipates like fog.
It touches our memory’s marrow, shaping lovers’ hearts long after the summertime of the soul.
Romantic love stains the spirit, pressing into silence.