A woman friend the other day
said someone left her stranded
the person moved to other scenes
the parting had been candid
No speeches and no stuff exchanged
no crying and no tears
although it seemed a single drop
left marks of sadness, fear
I thought about the times I left
someone or they left me.
Had there been tears or had the years
blurred out what had to be?
I wondered why two people must
at times play that sad game
it seems unfair to break a heart
yet I, too, am to blame
Those turning points, though few there were
when I just had to leave
seem no less valid as I age
yet I no longer grieve
There seems to be no guarantee
about who shares one's days
some partings are too hard to bear
in many different ways
A woman friend the other day
said someone left her stranded
the person moved to other scenes
the parting had been candid.
Stranded! But, to move on once again with hope. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it. enjoyed your write. Regards