Sitting on a park bench.
The silver moon above.
Freezing air blowing,
spreading falling leaves all around.
You brace yourself,
wrap your coat tighter
as you sit alone.
Chilled to the bone.
You have an address,
a house, but no home.
She walked away.
When and why,
you can't recall.
You slipped into a living—
where there was no
warmth of life.
The mirror broke someday.
She liked it that way.
Said the fractured image
showed her
how broken
she felt.
When it turned September
the picnic was over.
But why, O why
couldn't you hold on to her?
She left the broken mirror,
and the expression-impaired psyche
of yours,
striding into a new light.
A goodbye spoken,
in absence of good;
never noticing your
silent tears.
You didn't cry
for your loneliness.
But never forgave yourself,
for the tears she had shed.
The leaves shall come again,
snow shall melt.
The moon shall rise again.
But would your love,
your life, your wants
ever ring
your doorbell?
The snow covers you,
the chill is felt no more.
In your final numbness
you wish with fervor:
She shall find her true love.
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I could feel this one Rebellion it is painted well in images and metaphor but its true strong point is the feeling that comes through it is one of the icy cold wind of December that comes under the door and through the window cracks. Some very nice lines: You have an address, a house, but no home. It is the melding of the seasons with the mood that this poem excels a fave
My deepest gratitude for your kind support 🙏
My pleasure
The pain of loss, the present pain. acceptance of blame and the hope for her future. That's the story isn't it? But this is why in the right hands poetry can do it so much better, as here.
Thanks - A write I felt perhaps too much.....
You got it absolutely right. I would like to make a confession.
The poem was a culmination of the visions which were planted in my mind by watching The Apartment (an old American BW film) and New Tricks (BBC). In New Tricks they had a character, Brian, who couldn't express his emotions to his wife (so she left).
I am really glad that you found the poem to be good. Thank you very much for letting me know.
Appreciate your support 🙏
Those sources melded into a very satisfying whole. Not sure 'satisfying' quite fits, but for the moment it will have to do. 'Touching' is getting closer.
This is beautiful, and a stunning poem telling a poignant story. It's so beautifully done!
I am grateful for your kindness. Thank you very much. Appreciate your support 🙏
Of course!
Yes, my friend…I’ve felt that fracture, when memory and regret cut sharper than any glass. You’ve written it beautifully. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you very much for your kindness 🙏. Your support has been invaluable
I love this, the emotions of lost love are highly felt. 🌹
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