When It's Over Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Walk away they said...
Walk away,
He's not worth the salt
Put in his bread...
Walk away, you are beautiful and
Smart...

Those are the words he whispered,
Of course they couldn't have known.
Stop looking so sad, they cautioned.
Try a smile on for size...lift your,
Dry your eyes.

Sure it will hurt for a day or two maybe three,
But at least you are free...
'Free to be you' danced around in my head
With another chant, 'Don't be afraid! '
They had no way to know I didn't want
You to go.

I crave your touch, want you too much.
'Get a new start! ' said family and friends,
With such urgency, on the telephone,
'Come out for lunch, come have a drink,
No need for you to be alone! '...
'Stop that crying, you[re not dying! '
They had no way of knowing,
It just wasn't showing.

3: 15 p.m.
August 25,2010