Troubles - Poem by victoria haigh
He had hair the colour of charcoal,
So dark and so distinguished
The odd flicker of grey to add a maturity to the man stood before me.
He never looked me in the eye
Not once could my gaze meet with his
It was as if he didnt want that connection with me
The connection shared by lovers.
Yet here he was stood before me
It was his choice to be here, he had his reasons
And awkwardly he removed his jacket and sat beside me.
I opened my mouth to speak and he held his hand aloof
No words to be spoken, it was the best way.
His gaze fell down upon my heaving breast
He lingered for a moment taking in my every curve
Then he gently placed his head on my shoulder
And cried, soft heart felt sobs
His body tense and rigid
His tears stung on my skin and i reached to wipe them away
And it was at this moment our eyes meet
And an understanding enveloped between us
As i too was silently sobbing and our troubles began to erase.
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