I waited for her twenty years,
for twenty years and more,
till someone said, 'she's dead and gone;
don’t wait for her no more.’
I waited, though, for ten years more,
for ten years more did wait,
till postman pushed, one snowy day,
in haste, my garden gate.
He fed my hungry letterbox,
a letter that I read;
writ by the hand of girl I’d loved:
the Gone Girl, who was dead.
She'd wrote, confirming tragic truth:
Gone Girl indeed was dead!
But asked me, if I minded much,
an older girl instead.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 31st, 2020 10:19
- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine, my Gone Girl
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Love your last couplet... I knew where you were headed and was ready for something more sentimental, more routine... but that way of saying it is sublime!
Many thanks J. Appreciate your taking the time to read my poor little rhymes. 😉
Beautiful, thank you.
Thank you D.😉
That older girl is now the love of your life returned and will be with you forever.
Andy
Many thanks Andy. Thank you for taking the time. 😉
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