A Different Man
You held my hands at your leaving
as you said your final farewell.
You were off to your homeland
but I was off to my hell.
My hands were frozen, like ice.
Yours were warm like your heart.
Mine, held a fool’s paradise.
Yours, a man falling apart.
At good-bye, you gently kissed my hands
and they slowly turned to bone.
They knew that this was the shadowlands
of sad times left all alone.
A touch of my cheek
brought sorrow and pain.
My heart, it sadly crumbled.
My tears, they refused to rain.
You turned on your heels
and walked away
turned your back to our love
never hearing my silent, “Please stay.”
As you moved to board the boat
I started to fade from view.
With the last breath of life within me
I screamed, “l’ll always be with you!”
I’m no longer a man.
I’m a ghost.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Offline) - Published: September 30th, 2022 11:35
- Comment from author about the poem: Good to be back. Bit of a respite.
- Category: Love
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Comments5
This read filled my heart with the tragedy of love lost when parted by long distance - - Phil you captured the feeling of desolation when a loved one boards ship or plane with Goodbye - -- a favourite thisone for sure.
and it aint half good havin you back sir ........ I am so glad I stopped by ..
Powerful emotive words Phil.
Glad you are back.
Andy
Good write MF.
Ahh, you're a ghost-writer now! Doh, corny joke there! lol.
Such a simple format to contain such a deep thought. Brilliant.
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