Shame

this is an example of how many of us - despite how much faith we have in our loved ones - seem to fall away on our beliefs they will rise from the ashes of war. please.... seek.

 

I watched him leave from my window

Coated with frost, warmer them my heart

Shattered, broken, desolate I watched

As he stole into the night

 

Like a toy, ugly and forgotten I longed

But did nothing

My words were stuck, for I knew his fate – how slow was I to admit it

 

To myself it was a whisper

That grew into a hope

But hope is a mystifying thing

 

Tentative to appear

Dangerous to lose

Hesitant to leave, or choose a side

 

Many moons passed, each dimmer then the last

For prepared was I to die

In fact, I willed it

 

Convinced was I that nothing

Nothing

Would beat such a tribulation as this

 

And I closed my eyes

Stole a breath

A last, undeserved sight at the sky – the one he watched, ever now

 

So free…. 

And waited

 

It was soon impossible to name where I was

Could I have died, and moved on, so soon

So quietly?

 

When I awoke from my slumber, it was to a different world

At long last seen

By different eyes

 

And though this new world, in this new time could be so fresh

So forgiving

The letter was the same

 

For friends, there wasn’t one

Time may have stopped, my candle frayed and burned long before its time

But the result of my sufferings  

Were still bittersweet

 

He lives

 

Oh, my one, my lover….

 

Lives

 

Author's Note

this is from a lovers point of view watching their one leave them.

Reviews

[DanaRegen]

A story? this is a poem, you'd better fix that. Nicely said, your poem flowed well and I enjoyed reading it, keep the poetry comming!

[Somebody you've already..]

this is an amazing poem, i loved reading it. It flowed together and it was a pleasure to read. Great Write.