I wonder for the last time if it'll ever sink in
as I take the last drop of gin
there goes my baby
walking off stage
I'm all alone
but I'll be sitting on a throne
You were never away
hands where always made to play
you gave me light
a song took flight in your arms
didn't I ever tell you?
you were all I need
I wouldn't be singing if you didn't have the key
Flowers bloom
on the windowsill
my darlings now outside my womb
California air is healing me
and I can clearly see
my edges are smoothing over once again
didn't I ever tell you?
you were all I need
This poem gave me chills. Of empathy, not dread. It captures the pathos of the regretful loss of a love object perfectly. And it captures the character of the poetess in that there is no malice in the face of rejection; just painful regret and total honesty of the healing process. I gave this poem a 9. let me know if you wish an assessment as to why. In private.
California air is healing me and I can clearly see my edges are smoothing over once again I particularly like the analogy you used. Your edges are smoothing over once again. it speaks of times when your emotions had been hardened only to later find they had been tempered. keep writing.
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned from the heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing Emily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written, I can almost hear a song :)