by the window

dusk arising



Sat alone by the window
the full moon cast her shadow
onto the dining room wall.
She couldn't live like this.
Still deep in love with a memory
yet last nite had happened.
Guilt, shame, self hate.
Oh my dearest darling man
why did you have to die.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2019 00:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Joker Light

    Who is she?

  • Michael Edwards

    What a great write. Just one thing: if she was sat alone who sat her there?

    • dusk arising

      It was old cheesey Mr Moon casting director. After last night she needed to sit a while.

      • Michael Edwards

        Sorry about that but I'm a bit of a grammar bore - sitting alone.

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      • Neville

        how could anyone possibly not remember these fine words...

        a great poem in my book Neville

        • dusk arising

          Thank you Neville. A small story to think over was my intention here.

          • Neville

            mission accomplished...

          • Suresh

            Love means never having to ask 'why'

            • dusk arising

              I think everybody asks 'why' when their loved ones pass away. Thank you for reading and your comment, always appreciated.

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