Just Words And Pen Left For Me... Poem by Leslie Xavier

Was there for them all;
me, who couldn’t stop feeling,
who wouldn’t stop worrying,
and couldn't stop crying for them;
the men, women, the faces I love.

They call me, when in need;
of an ear to listen to tales,
an heart which would feel their pain,
a soul which would soothe and ease,
friend, bro, and everything under the sky.

Fortnight back one came;
Battered and bruised – a break up.
I knew it was a rebound of sorts,
a stranger was missing me;
but I stayed to welcome with open arms.

A day after the sorry comes,
the regret of dancing and “things beyond”.
Or maybe her wounds are better now,
and having me would kill her life,
I’m left behind, no thanks or gain.

Yesterday, a bubbly soul;
calls me up, she was out in the sun.
She gets her jingles, ice and smiles,
and went happy swaying in wind,
with her dear girl, one she grew up with.

Later again, stranded in a ‘square’,
she turned to me, she wanted a ride.
I’m there, don’t you worry I said,
as I made sure she reached safe and sound,
surrounded by kin and peers.

Today I called them all, I’m feeling down,
looking around for a helping hand.
One’s out, one’s silent,
one ignores even my calls,
and I’m left with these words and a pen.

They don’t need me when they are up,
turning away as fast as they came,
Rebounds, love or friendships,
I was never a miser, I gave to all;
only to be left, bruised again.