Until the Last Page


Love will not let you forget
your broken heart or spare
you the pain of tearing
yourself into a puzzle.

When romance sheds its skin,
truth can emerge ugly
or with such beauty 
the spirit is speechless.

There is risk in vulnerable,
to open a soul’s diary
to be read by a stranger.

I have been burnt by passion,
frozen with goodbye, and tepid
with numbness, but no matter
how infertile the soil, I’ve grown.

If I were an open book, I’d tell
you all my secrets, but be assured
I never will … I can reveal when
it reaches its final page the words
will be, “I never gave up on love.”

©Susie Clevenger 2026

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  1. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 9, 2026 at 1:38 PM

    Oh Susie, how I love this poem. Especially "no matter how infertile the soil, I've grown" and those heroic closing lines.

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