Footsteps

Footsteps

A Poem by Charles Konsor

The tea half drunk,
The tags ripped off,
The room now empty,
Save me and my memroy.

I shiver despite the heater,
My body confused.
Calm now,
Angry now,
Fearing the future now.

The night will be sleepless,
My mood never fixed.
Take the pictures down quick.
Remove the words you wrote,
Not so long ago.
"I miss you already."

Now new words:
"Goodbye, Charlie."

Oh, why must you use my name?
Why must you say it with those red eyes?
Why must you hold me so long?

And now I hear footsteps on the porch,
And I hope.
I listen for the door,
Anticipate the key I gave you.

I imagine an embrace, 
Imagine words of regret,
Barely heard through sobs.

The footsteps are still now,
I hear the keys shake.

For three moments I wait,
Before the neighbor's door opens,
And the footsteps disappear.

© 2015 Charles Konsor


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good job..like it

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I am surprised you don't write more, that was really cool... kind of cryptic and intense and the ending was a nice twist.

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Added on May 23, 2012
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Charles Konsor
Charles Konsor

Portland, OR



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