Persistence

The beauty of a moment fades to memory.
The once treasured existence of what was.
Where scent of you once recalled
the times and dreams shared.
Now these glimpses are fleeting.
And the world is at once so much larger
and seemingly smaller.
Hearing your name in song or show
holds no court where it once had.
Its utterance from these lips
has nearly stopped altogether.
I've ceased the thoughts of where you are
and that bed of yours with whom it's now shared.
It no longer matters how days pass
I'm much better now if anyone should ask.
Regarding that hold, the one on my heart?
It's been removed from me, I've made a new start.
I've now stopped thinking of you and yours
I noticed that truth a few days before.
I'm sad for that, for sure, and indeed.
But it's exactly how things should be.
I no longer miss you, and nay I should
And miss me? I don't think you could.

Reviews

[Bunni]

I'm starting to think you are narrating moments of my life.

[Carson Kramer]

Gosh. It's both good and sad to hear that. This one was a send off I had to do.

[barleygirl]

This is so realistic as to how a person might actually feel & discuss such a situation, that's why I find it so compelling. I love it when a message is complex, not obvious. It's so true-to-life, the way your narrator lets go so reluctantly in this poem, yet also with a celebratory tone in the final surrender. I read you a few times as Nipplegrinder & it wasn't the name that caused me to stop reading you. I seem to remember some of your pieces having a hardcore demeaning way of disrespecting a person or a situation, as your way of illustrating the way life goes. Maybe such harsh writing feels caustic & realistic to you, but in some spots, it just felt plain crude & hateful to me. What you have posted here is nothing like that so we'll give it another try! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Carson Kramer]

Thank you, Margie. I hope you're confusing me with someone else. While I do lead a life that is different from others, there is nothing hateful in myself, nor my writing. And you've commented rather flourishingly, on dozens of my pieces, and I deeply appreciate it. Now, are my pieces sometimes difficult to read, for someone who doesn't live like I? Sure.
I'm different. I get it.

[barleygirl]

Thank you for accepting my honesty . . . as I remember it.