Time to Cry
Though the crying time is gone
the agony lingers on.
I see you everywhere:
Mornings in my mirror
days in all the traffic passing by
evenings in the restaurant
nights when I try not to cry.
I wake and it starts all over again.
I’m not crying anymore
but the pain of losing you
hits me in my core.
You are in everything:
In my dreams, my nightmares
in my coffee, in my whiskey.
I see you walking on every sidewalk
sitting in every park
shopping in all the stores.
I call your name out loud
and people stare at me.
I try to read, and your name
is on every page.
I watch my favorite show
and you are the village nurse.
I call a friend and they think it’s you.
I hang up and wipe my tears.
I go to the pub to forget
and they tell me, “It’s on the house.”
It’s worse after dark.
It’s as though the sun misses you too.
I leave the lights on at night.
I think I’m going crazy
but then, I remember
you left of your own accord
saying that I loved someone else
Donna, and I should go live with her.
I think why not and I call her
She says. “Jesus, it’s 3:00 AM!
Don’t call here anymore!.”
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If you've been there, you know what I'm talking about.
- Category: Love
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Comments5
Loss of a relationship is not easy to replace and the memories always remain. A sad and heartfelt write.
Thank you, SB. Well, this breakup never happened. It's just a figment of my imagination. I'm glad it carried some weight.
A sad break up of any relationship is very difficult to manage and get over, as there will be reminders of all the memories in everything you do, nicely expressed and written
Donna, is the translation of women here in in Italy, I've always found the name amusing and quite apt for these type reads, unfortunately love is filled with the likes of Donna and of course the male version who can also break a heart, I'm a true fan and example of love dear Phil. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. Oh, like in Prima Donna, now I can see the relation. I guess the translation would be "First woman" namely Eve, so not quite the stinging rebuke I've always associated with that phrase. Thaks again for your comments, always good to hear from you. - Phil A.
Yes Phil, I confess to what in retrospect was a mild form - though I have to admit it didn't feel that way at the time.....
Heavy write I, in the end, can empathise with.
Thanks, DD. Sorry you had to go through something like that, but I guess it's inevitable for all of us. The write is just a creation of my mind, Not serious.
Phil: glad for you.
Comment on my "Fashion' has not appeared - if you get the chance , could you have another go? My machine or the site has been a bit slippery lately. Thanks
Hope all is well, Phil. The crying time is a real and present travail. A most profound and authentic poem 🕊️🙏🏻
Rik.
Thank you, Rik. All is fine. Just dabbling with words.
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