THE SECOND GOODBYEA Poem by Betty Hermeleeoff to serveThe Second Goodbye I scarcely slept last eve my eyes blinked in his shadow he slumbers free of sound in his stillness I tenderly massage his toes with mine nought a stir his leave confines me this night at seven o’clock I count the hours, long drawn out for my heart to bare
As the dark pink violet sun swells over the horizon I am keen to awaken him to enfold in my arms I pause and behold his face eyes sealed, a fragile smile on his faultless lips he rouses faintly, one eye tussles to open alas he amorously regards me And says “don’t move” I wonder what he opines perhaps a last long gaze to preserve my face in his mind’s eye
We are placid for moments till he draws my face at hand he whispers “Good morning dearest” I smile, all the while to disguise my worry neither of us fancy the notion to flee the silken sheets yet we release sluggishly
We settle on a cheerful day to overlook our doom this eve we
elect a picnic miles away upon a hillside chocked with clover I bundle a basket of provisions we stroll in unison he avails me up the hill I set up the blanket the remain is a dreamy afternoon
‘Tis six o’clock forthwith I count the minutes my soul suppresses, he is aware we engross for what seems like hours a brief twinkle and he retreats the second goodbye
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6 Reviews Added on March 13, 2023 Last Updated on March 13, 2023 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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