Separately the Same

Restlessly, he is sitting home all alone
Pulling one petal off at a time
From a flower he has safely hidden away
In the farthest reaches of his mind

With each petal pulled, he says aloud to himself
She loves me, she loves me not
An old childhood game he sits and plays
He thought he had forgot

Miles away she sits restlessly, home all alone
Playing that same old childhood game
He loves me, she says, as she pulls a petal
Then softly whispers his name

He wonders if she ever thinks of him
When she is all alone
She loves me not, he says, pulling a petal
Deciding, he should not phone

He is all she ever thinks and dreams about
Those nights she spends alone
Pulling off petals from that flower in her mind
Always praying that he will phone

He loves me, she loves me not
Pulling petals, in the game
She loves me, He loves me not
Separately, the same

Author's Note

Time wasted by miscommunication.............

Reviews

[fargone]

this is very strong, neva. a perfectly painted picture of sadness and mutual futility. the writing is inevitably splendid, of course. on this occassion, i think that the link between them of the "childish game" is a very clever idea and it works really well. one of ur best for me, my friend :)

[EMF]

Both powerful and witty, this is another poem of real power. It has great impact. You just wish one of them would pick up the damn phone. Theire mirroring in child like thoughts is a wonderful image. So simple, but so powerful. It has taken my breath away.
As always with your's I'm going to have to read something bad to balance things out.
Beautiful work

[Tasha]

This definitely made me cry. You painted a picture of sadness and that's what made it so beautiful.

"He loves me, she says, as she pulls a petal
Then softly whispers his name."

I love those lines. Excellent job.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[WynterPhoenix]

"He loves me, she says, as she pulls a petal
Then softly whispers his name."

I love these lines. This is a powerful piece and strongly worded.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

After I read this a second time, this brought tears to my eyes, knowing that I'm in the same sinking boat. I play this game hopeing he will understand what he means to me; continuesly drowning in my own worries, I fickle with my thoughts and keep praying that those three words would make him know what is unknown to him, not to me. But, hopefully, The flower is beautiful enough to end on "He loves me..." But waiting always comes at stake whenever its love, and we become impaintent and want whats best for us, not them...Love is like painting, the colors mix, and the masterpiece depends on the painters.. Thank you for sharing...this solved my problems...

[Pollyanna]

Hope, doubt, love and wasted opportunities - meshed together these make for a sad existence indeed.

[Johee Poetry]

this poem describes perfectly how I am lol good poem :)

[joshua deathdealer]

Okay I teared up on this one. Very good work.

[Lilly Negoi]

people shouldn't be afraid to speak out their hearts...so much suffering would be spared...

[Skateprincess]

Miscommunication is the death of any relationship whether it be romantic or friendly. Sometimes we can't portray ourselves through words or actions, or if we do our words and actions are not viewed the same or viewed how we wish them to be. Good job

[Solidad]

I'm angry at this. Mainly because this has happened to me on more then one occasion. Your poem and I have a beautiful love hate relationship but at the end of the day I come back to it and read it again. :)