you didn't have to tell me you were here

you didn't have to tell me you were here

A Poem by m.s.early

i felt you through the window
without parting the blinds 
the crunch of the gravel told me
you brought the wind and carried the leaves 
in the blue-gray morning
the sudden silence of the birds
the latching of the car door
i closed my eyes and exhaled

© 2015 m.s.early


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I don't see what they see, I don't hear what they hear....maybe I've felt to much fight but the silence is eerie.....I'm exhaling to brace myself....Im exhaling to make soul weakness invisible...powerful

Posted 7 Years Ago


The brevity and imagery is Breath-Taking. A great clever write! Thanks for sharing a brilliant piece of writing!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Really enjoyed this, you have
Managed to capture a moment
In time in such a Lovely way...paddy

Posted 8 Years Ago


At times mind can visit minds especially if the ties are so honest, pure and strong. A very poetic but hides the truth about strange behavior of mind, great writing

Posted 8 Years Ago


this went right through me

you always seem to know, have you been peeking in my heart again

Posted 8 Years Ago


Silver I do believe you are on that wave length more times and not. Nice write!

regards,
al

Posted 8 Years Ago


beautiful, I loved how he listened for her return, the exhale, not sure that she would and then the relief of a second chance to make things right, people don't always get those in life.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Good and strong words. You left something for the reader to think about. I like the flow of thoughts leading to the every good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


and here she was...it is like she came back----and you weren't sure she would....thus the exhale...

tangible piece that starts out more figurative than literal..like the imagination at work...until the "crunch of gravel told me" it was reality...and she was here not just in my fantasy...but for real

very cool write.

short like hemingway, yet as impactful in its brevity.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I like this part "the crunch of the gravel told me" it defines that is not an entity that tried to infiltrate the subconscious and instead it describes the movement of a physical vehicle.

And then here "i closed my eyes and exhaled" it describes spirit relief.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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