Sleepless in plain sight
I wake to your eyes so shut
My name doesn’t penetrate
Your heart anymore
My forgotten face
Lies still beneath
Your contempt.
I feel like the long lost road
You said you knew so well
But I don’t notice
Your footprints
Instead there’s just
Tumbleweed
Tumbling by.
The days of new forever are
Nights I stare in darkness
Despair wreaks with
Melancholy
And affections
Whittle away with words
Spoken as lies.
Petals the color of spring
Fade under your façade
All those I love you’s
Mean nothing now
Just empty cub boards of
Broken promises
And cheap graffiti.
Fake smiles no longer glow
When the rays of warmer suns
Depart on wicked whims
Just like your face
When I need you
Instead I am weeping
After your surprise goodbye.
Copyright © 2022 Charles Edward York
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The image of 'tumbleweed tumbling by' remains as I read through the poem. haunting and eerie in its emotion. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
It’s funny that you mentioned the tumbleweed reference or line because when I thought about it it was something that I saw on the highway driving from Texas to Oregon when I first came to Ontario. It was very chilly outside as I was driving and the tumbleweed was flying across the highway hitting my car very hard. It seems a bit like foreshadowing because had I known what it home and that was I may not of made the trip at all or I would’ve turned around and went back. I wasted 9 1/2 years of my life marrying a woman whose love for me was fickle and short-lived. I regret it almost as badly as I regret the first marriage I had when a woman took advantage of my US citizenship just to move from the UK.
Wow that is a heartbreaking and hard hitting life story. Know it has more sense and meaning to me.
I’m sorry it took so long to reply but I read your second response and yes I think it will have much more meaning to you now. It’s been three months since I’ve had the news from my wife and I take no pleasure and trying to come to terms with such a difficult end.
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