Autumn's Leaving

A poem of personal pain.

Time alone:
a memory,
a fantasy...
...it swirls in darkest night.

Tenacious grasp
on passion's past...
...the world was daily bright.

What went wrong?
What caused this song?
A maudlin ballad sight.

A clash of wills
and different still
was your unending fight.

I know I failed.
I know I lost.
I know a lot of things,
except the cost.

Does all the time we spent amount to nothing?

I wish it was enough to say "I love you."
I wish it was enough to know I care.
We could have shared the whole wide world together.
It's hard to not feel that it's not fair.
I know this life's not to last forever,
and I know it's filled with pain and fear,
but I thought we'd face the trials together...
...I thought that you'd be here.

Remember when we loved each other?
Remember when we were apart?
Remember times I longed to see you?
Remember voices in the dark?

Those days have ended,
and new days come,
but I thought love
would be the sum.

A product of one of one is one,
multiplying unity is more than none.

I hold out hope,
you smash it down
You call it a cross
but I call it a crown

I pour out my heart
you turn it upside down
You try to stop the flow
because you don't want the crown

Is my affection so unaffecting?

I wish it was enough to say "I love you."
I wish it was enough to know I care.
We could have shared the whole wide world together.
It's hard to not feel that it's not fair.
I know this life's not to last forever,
and I know it's filled with pain and fear,
but I thought we'd face the trials together...
...I thought that you'd be here.

Reviews

[Dead]

This is so sad but you're an amazing writer :)

[Kyran Asher Grey]

Relation to what this mean is comparison. A railroad that everyone has crossed or will in the near future. I sit in awe. The imagery of emotions is exquisite. The setting is rather displeasing, sadly. But when it is ever in favor? Well composed and published.

[Nisreen]

Departing from a loved one
in any sense of the word
its a very harsh thing to accept

it can kill the soul
i love your words here
so filled with longing and in a way very apologetic to all the things you wish would have lasted a lifetime

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Love can be a bullet. We swallow it straight to the heart and shatter ourselves to pieces. These words weep angst. I have tasted and know those tears.

Well done.