Even When it’s All Over It’s Not Always Over

intended as a love poem, but broken ......................

Even When it’s All Over It’s Not Always Over

 

I loved you then, but then, you knew that

didn’t you ..

Oh’ yes, indeed I did, every single little thing

about you ..

But guess what, I could not have felt more guilty

even if I wanted to, or tried ..

So please, don’t answer, phone, text, or write,

instead though ..

Remember some of those fine days we once

shared perhaps ..

Like when that single glimpse of sun made

us sneeze ..

Do you by any chance recall how we both then

laughed as if

it might have been hilarious .. And then later

when walking through

those wet fields, desperate to get home, or at

least to find

some place dry where we might have just holed up

for a night or two maybe ..

Those were the days and the nights, were they

not my darling ..

And every now and then, do you perchance recall

how afterwards

we laughed and skipped along, lightly and slow,

without a single care ..

Dear lord, how each of those days was then filled

with only the both of us

and the sound of us dancing, to a tune, no one but

we could possibly hear ..

Oh’ my, how the light was then blinding with colours

unreal and imagined ..

Yes, that my love, was when you tasted of lychees,

of cotton and cardamom seeds ..

Indeed it was there and then, I breathed deeply, the air

you exhaled ..

And I later grew strong on the sound and the taste

of a woman much loved ..

And I swear to this day that woman was you ..

And while we are at it

do you mind very much if I ask whether you recall

the day when

I painted the walls of our little room both magnolia

and lavender blue ..

When the air all around us was still, but yet filled

with electric ..

When the only movement of note, was the slow

rise and the fall

of your belly and breasts, and the sound of our

hunger, our longing and sighs ..

For it was then in that moment, I recall myself rising

and vacating

this body like a flock of startled red cardinals, each

aimlessly soaring ..

And how then you fell with me slowly, without one

of us, so much as

opening our eyes, or for that matter, leaving a trace

on the sheet or the pillow

nor even a dent, or a flake or a ripple behind ..

But then who

would have imagined, before long there would

only be crumbs left

and a few unwritten words to our love song, but then

my love, you were

a young river and hungry for sea, while I was a mountain,

already old and eroding ..

Then it dawned on me, out of the blue, nothing is static

or indeed lasts for ever ..

But when its over, it’s not always necessarily all over ..

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

any thoughts most gratefully received ..............

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

It's all in the detail and how this woman was loved and still is. Time has a habit of changing things. What was once heady and over the heels, becomes more comfortable with the passing of years. I doubt she has forgotten. It will be there in the memory bank and if course of she read this poem then she would know for sure she was elevated to star status. Very fine poetry Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

I imagine if I had gone into any more detail, I could have been locked up ...... cheers Chris & night night chuck :)

[Chris Shaw]

Ha,! Night Neville :)

[lightsong]

It is impossible for me to read this massive poem without me taking it as it was "personally" written, the details, the fine expressions, the genuine feelings... all make me feel like that. some really superior lines. relationships and breakups can be really cruel and yes... sometimes it will take long time to cut all the cords and energy of it specially when it was a "REAL" bond. your title says it all dear Neville. I always say the problem is not to open the heart for new things, the problem that it should be healed and healthy to re-open it for new love. it is a hard job to do. Wonderful piece my friend.

[Neville]

is it possible to appreciate a review note more than I do this ... I don't know for sure, but I do know for certain, it don't happen often .. Neville :)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

My thought is this is wonderfully written from a man to a woman he loved dearly, and perhaps still does.
But when its over, It's not always necessarily all over...... That is so true!
Loved this style of the way you wrote it!

[Neville]

I am terribly grateful to you KATHY SUE SILLS for visiting these words of mine and leaving your thoughts on them behind ........... Bless you .. Neville :)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

My pleasure!