Combing through the mess you left behind...
I dig for remanants of attitude...
For aspects,
Hidden...
In loose socks and
Wadded-up efforts
Of penned prose
To me...
Of empty wrappers,
The labels of your taste...
The essence of you...
Surrounding and within your
Pile
Of left over
Dreams...
Your throw ways-
Of meaninglessness...
That still haunt me
In the corners of
My mind
2nd hand treasures, once
Worthless now...
As the fading day
Dies slowly in the west...
Realization that there
Is nothing worthwhile left-
Of what once was
Our cozy love nest...!
Oh and I forgot The title is just great as well, so very appropriate to the content and clever as well. Never would've come up with this one myself...moi
Well written Theodora, great, great poem...One that I can more than relate to. I love the style and flow you've used in writing this...~~marci. :) ~~
Yes, David... This was written years and years ago...the relationship broken, with no hope of repair. Thank you for taking the time to read this and comment. Your comments are so very much appreciated! Theo
Theo, a sad poem as someone trolls through the things to find something of value of a relationship no longer there and ultimately nothing. Great writing my friend. Top marks and thanks for sharing it. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marci, Thank you dear heart. Writing about my first husband...My ex... My horrible experience...Back in the day...when Fluff was a kitten... When Seattle was growing, and the Space Needle Glowing, and love was in the air, and next came my despair! Merci beau coup' Marci! :)