AMBER

A Poem by redzone

AMBER

She said:

     "Baby, you could never

     look me in the eye....

     Stop draggin’ my heart around." *

I know you wanted more from life;

wanted a love written in Neruda verse,

that smelled like a field of Blue Bells,

that felt like riding on the wind.

A love more than I knew how to give.

You wanted me to tell you all

I felt,

all I knew,

all I was.

You wanted me to write you poetry

the way love sonnets rhyme at the end.

But I was my father’s son,

as he was his.

So I kept my heart inside.

Oh, I thought I was so cool,

a lover,

strong,

faithful,

a MAN.

And I was in love with you.

At least as far as I understood.

But I was my father’s son,

as he was his, and so on.

Why are the most important things we learn

often so painful?

Make us feel

like we are just clumps of clay,

void of tears,

crumbling

with the pieces

easily blown away.

It’s been forty four years

yet I hunger for a glimpse

of Shalimar scented,

flowing red hair,

and your carefree,

heart warming smile.

Hungry for an afternoon

in simple conversation,

sharing the turns in our lives;

hopes lost,

desires won,

how life has tasted

over all these years.

I have learned how to listen

and could hear you tell

of the light in your eyes.

And I have learned how to

share my heart;

to tell of the mysteries within me

if only asked.

Forty four years.

Why is it so painful

to learn how to

look you in the eyes?

~~redzone 11.24.13

*The lines quoted above are from a Stevie Nix / Tom Petty song called,

"Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around" It is from the album "The Best of Stevie Nix, TimeSpace (1991).

© 2013 redzone

Author's Note

perhaps it is unfair, but how do you stop writing her poetry when she still holds a small corner of your mind??? memories sometimes haunt a little too much.. Thanks for reading...

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Pryde Foltz

A love more than I knew how to give.
You wanted me to tell you all

Wow … forty-four years … that is a torch. Loved this piece because it really told a story I think not so uncommon in a truthful and telling way. Psst … really all you have to say is I love you and often … a poem is nice too, though.