Nothing
Now, you are gone.
Packed your bags
and said we were done.
Asked if I would forward
everything you’ve left
except your magazines.
And now, I’m lonely
here with my things
and ask myself
what do they mean?
Nothing, nothing at all.
You took yours and left
but with you also went
many things of mine
like tender moments when
we would touch and break into
laughter, or maybe go walking
by the sea
or wake together and
share our morning tea.
What is there now
that I awaken to?
Nothing, nothing at all.
In recollection we had
dinners for two
followed by concerts
in the park
and driving home
we would stop by our spot
and watch the ocean
in the dark.
Now that you’re gone
and my heart aches
there’s no one that makes
barely a mark.
My heart remembers you
as everything
and what are they ?
Nothing, nothing at all.
You gave my life:
a meaning
beyond living
beyond loving
fulfillment greater
than pleasure
achievement richer
than success.
Now, you are gone
and life without meaning.
leaves only
the darkest fulfillment
achieved in stopping by
our ocean spot
and turning the darkness into…
Nothing, nothing at all.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Offline) - Published: August 16th, 2020 11:35
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by the song, "Et Maintenant" (and now) or "What now my love?" same music, different lyrics.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Nihilism is the root of all nothingness
but this poem sir, is far too good for that..................... Neville
Thanks. Not approaching being Nihilistic. Was intrigued by the song (very popular in '61 by Shirley Bassey). I wrote it trying to maintain the dark sentiment of that song. The French version is a lot darker than the English.
Very good sad emotive write.
Andy
Thank you Andy. Maybe you remember those songs?
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