Half Given

The heart

will always

keep beating.

Sometimes fast,

sometimes slow.

She can take

any pain,

any cheating.

She will

never know.

The soul

will tear

little by little.

But it will hold.

The skin

will share

a scar or two.

For it's been told,

the eyes

will soon forget

the eyes they

do not see.

The hands

will go on working

in this field,

every summer,

every grain

will be gathered.

The feet

will keep walking,

forward.

Sometimes shaky,

sometimes numb.

But what,

poet,

tell me,

what must I do

with your letters,

the countless letters

and stories

pinned on my wall ?

The promises,

the consolations,

the oaths...

For these are the only link

between me

and remembering you.

For though you came,

you never passed,

you didn't throw a glance.

And when I looked

once more,

just a letter

was added

on my wall.

A letter sealed.

A life, long lived,

a love, half given.

Reviews

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A wonderful, heartfelt piece of artistry :)

[MoriartyMesa]

Call me nutty, but this reminded me of the band Genesis, not sure if that was where you wanted to go. But the images and wording made me think of that band.



Nice job.

[.:Arianna:.]

Thank you very much :) I'm half Dutch, so I understand exactly what you mean ...thank you again for your kind words.

Oh dear, this is so rich, and beautiful, I feel the Dutch way you shared simplicity in your poem, full of honesty, and rich word choice. A brilliant one! I have goosebumps...