You Still Here? - Poem by Denis Martindale
I stared into my heart of hearts
Amazed to see you there,
Unlike the rest as each departs
And leaves me feeling bare...
I thought you'd left so long ago,
Once loved and then no more,
With all lost dreams that overflow
And steadily outpour...
I watched you tiny as a bird,
When you waved up at me,
Such that old yearnings slowly stirred,
Still striving to be free...
I chilled them all with no remorse,
Recalling sins that stun,
Our tender true love ran its course
And surely we're all done...
But there you linger, waving now,
As if we've got a chance,
As if I'd curtsy, then you'd bow
And we shared one last dance...
But no, it's over, leave my heart,
No need for sweet adieu,
You made me make a brand new start,
No longer loving you...
You thrilled me once, you killed me once,
You chilled my very soul,
I'm worn out by your stupid stunts,
I'm now back in control...
We never married, so be gone,
I'd rather live alone...
We've no more dreams to build upon,
My dreams I choose to own...
That's right, vacate the premises,
Climb out then crawl away,
You've got no clue what true bliss is
Unto this very day...
I wish we'd never met at all,
You broke a solemn trust,
Find someone else's heart to maul,
You see, my heart is bust...
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The poem tells the lady's story of a love gone bad.
She hoped for the best and saw her dreams fade...
Manipulated by another man, she now refuses love.
She realised it isn't worth the heartache, after all...
Good luck to the rest of you, though...
You're going to need it...
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