This Thing -
This Feeling -
That she gave to me,
Or I took …
What do I want with it
Now?
She looked at me
As I said it,
Moist eyes filling with
Hurt shock.
(I couldn’t see through the cold rain
As she turned on her heel
And walked from me.
I don’t know if burning tears
Spilled from her eyes
As she click-clacked on the pavement
Out of my life.)
Dark night,
Empty heart,
Watching Broken Heart.
She stops,
Stunned by her loss -
Returning
To plead again.
Stopping at a distance -
As I turned,
And moved
Into the darkness.
Did she cry as she stood there,
Watching me walk
Out of her life
Forever?
There's a sadness radiating from the lines of your poetry. Were you writing from personal experience? Remember Madonna's 'everyone must stand alone' but similarily everyone needs human contact based on mutual exchange. Kind regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Iain, you captured the parting very well, reminded me of a moment in the distant past, thank you for that. Bob