The rain comes
And I stand there drenched
Till my bones, outlined in silk
The colour of the sullen sky,
Begin to quiver from the cold
A deep breath wakes me from my stupor
And I walk away, trying discreetly
To make the distance between my feet
And your window, inversely proportionate
To that between my hurt and my heart
In my kitchen, I gather my strength
While tears weaken my lemon tea
And memories of laughter and warmth
Flood my remorseful veins, draining me
Of hope, turning off my lights
The glare of the rest of my life
Seems too much to bear head on
I need a diversion, a warm body to hold,
A hangover to nurse, a cause to rally for,
Something that stops the straying of my thoughts
So I tighten the leash a couple of notches, for now
Freshen my cup, blow my nose, stand straight
And decide – that this love is far from over
What must cease, though, is rending my sanity
In a freezing downpour, washing off the taste of your skin
(September 1,2006)
good poem Simona! ! It is good poetic experience capturing the subject's pain and will with candour! I see contradiction in: ...that this love is far from over... and ...washing off the taste of your skin... or is it the will to love another again that is far from over while you're done with the last bitter expereince... nice poem, it is.. it gets me reflecting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And decide – that this love is far from over What must cease, though, is rending my sanity I love the real power of a poem in own words of mind