Two Months and A Day

This was the first poem I ever wrote.

In the beginning, everything was fine. 

Just your glance, grasp, or touching of the face

reminded me that you were only mine

because of your sweet and tender embrace.

I’d smile at the sight of your joy and glee,

your blue eyes gleaming and smile shining bright. 

I never thought it was because of me

until you informed me that perfect night.

But now you’re cold as ice and act distant. 

The gleam in your eyes has faded and died. 

I only wish that I was sufficient

and that you’d put aside your foolish pride.

So now I will wait and be there for you. 

I just wish there was something I could do.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. At the end of love and no place to go.
"So now I will wait and be there for you.
I just wish there was something I could do."
When the love is escaping. Hard to keep captured. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote