What I would give to hear your voice
and hold your hand once more.
I never knew how hard the choice,
nor what life held in store
when on that glorious day in May
we walked the golden beach
and felt the touch of ocean spray,
a moment too grand for speech.
I remember warm sand, a silken breeze,
your hand resting gently in mine,
embraced by a moment of graceful ease,
two people lost in time.
The sun dropped low in the western sky
when you turned and spoke my name.
I knew by the look in your tear filled eyes
that nothing would remain the same.
If only I could touch your hair,
feel your heartbeat next to mine.
But here I sit, consumed by despair
on this beach where the sun refuses to shine,
and the laughing ocean is sad and still.
O my love, my life...why?
There's a gash in my soul that nothing can fill,
it's useless to scream or cry.
Have mercy, Kind God, on this broken man
who walks the golden beach,
littered with memories and shattered plans
beyond his mournful reach.
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Beautiful emotive words DW.
Andy
Beautiful words )
Cccoeee! You hearing my voice?!
(Do shut up Orchi. lol).
Good write DW.
immersive poetry: worded accessibly
a good write, thanks for sharing
Surprised me (recalcitrantly anti love poetry) - I really felt this one. Admittedly the disciplined structure and unambiguous imagery helped - so for me, good work all round.
Thanks for it all.
Glad it broke through the anti-love poem barrier. Appreciate your comments.
lovely and sad. Thank you.
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