the other woman

none

Silent walks along the deserted wood
a cigarette in hand
blowing it away in puffs
merry
thinking of you
the moon beams back at me.

I am far away from noises,
from uncared children that you
bore with me but their faces are
changing and they do not resemble yours anymore
but of the doe faced Bill next door.

Why do I think of the first kiss we had
when the wind blows away my hair and tells
me of your faithlessness
It seems forgiving you couldn't be tough to yourself
because of desires that we both had
women you slept with;
before you met me
and parted the whiff of hair
falling over my face.

The coffee gets cold, either I tend to forget
or the heater's not working.
The house sinks below the mud two inches every other day
I make the bed every night with utmost dedication
I have bought aromatic candles which lit up the room
The window overlooks the forest,
and on moon days like this
reminds me of you.


© Nothing Personal. March 18, 2011.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Beautifully sad, sadly beautiful .. memorable writing. Numb here by the end of it, ' before you met me ~ and parted the whiff of hair ~ falling over my face ' - to remember or imagine an action like that .. tearfully moving.

[halflives]

Wow. This is very powerful. Excellent work.

[Siddhartha]

epitome of unrequited love...and the nostalgia that ensues...

[Art]

nice work...so much to reflect and yet it is that cold cup of coffee that awakes those memories from deep within the heart and mind...nice.

[Jeff]

Wonderful work!

[c.m.]

Perfection.

[Jess.]

This is beautiful! Not much more to say than that.

[Robin]

thats one helluva heart song ..