A carcass of your touch,
with mint pop gum
A shadow adrift of a cloth
used on the floor hanging to dry.
You came back! Knee on
the stone step of this front porch
as last night on my pillow, vowing...
to stay for good, to make it better.
But... You left!
My thoughts drifted to when you did,
that salted dam released my burden,
I felt the air enclosed in no more.
At last,
my tongue gained ghostly words, its last:
"I am sorry, but I can't... let you in.
I'd love to trust your word, but... I... don't.?!"
So my hand closed
the heavy door of wood
and after facing it motionless
I too... left.
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Author:
Chris Yellow (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2019 04:41
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments2
Dismay haunts your poem but resolves within your strength to take control.
Self worth and self love rightfully in evidence here.
Compelling reading and so well structured.
Thank you so much, it was one of those moments when your strength surprises even you and the unexpected gift of second change is born.
Where to you leave to would have been an exciting ending to this wonderful and sorroful write. Good work, my friend...
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