Two sides of love

I came across two abandoned bags on the worn steps of an old church

And stopped to wonder:

Is there anything quite as sad as loving someone who has stopped loving you?

Love lost somewhere between altar and reality,

Abandoned on church steps

Along with the rice, the scattered hopes, that once promised so much.

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I saw Love up close, there in the rice on the church steps,

Worn with feet eager for love.

Bride and groom departed;

Bags left there in haste.

No time for anything but each other.

Poem inspired by Sätra Brunn Church