This pain,
so acute in its objection
that I should ever try to gain relief.
Yesterday,
dragged by my family
to a place I used to frequent.
a restaraunt,
where I met her
7 years ago.
On and off,
a struggle of love,
many years and much confusion.
Divided by college,
united by longing,
destroyed and re-cut
mended
and torn again.
Yesterday,
they dragged me there.
I had been hurting all day,
as if some days are meant for that.
Saddened by a weird feeling
that only sunday can give.
They dragged me,
against my objections,
objections that the senses
will bring.
I walked in,
what were the chances?
corner booth,
blonde hair...
Her,
and another man.
Oh pain,
you are so acute in your objections.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
Very good expressive writing as always, David.... hope you are well friend... don't stop writing :)
'I had been hurting all day, as if some days are meant for that. Saddened by a weird feeling that only Sunday can give.' This stanza stood out for me in a fine poem about personal loss and the most hideous of all surprises. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
the pain and its objections...how real they proved! i love the way you present your feelings, David...excellent...to say in brief 10
Excellent David, we associate places with people and the fact she was in your favourite restaurant meant something, shame she was with another man! It was never meant to be, but your experience has led to this poem, thanks, 10 Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ouch Ouch Ouch! My commiserations to you David! What bad timing huh? At least you now know! Hug from Tai