I watched her through the doorway,
tears still wet against my eyes.
An old tension filled the hallway
like unfinished excuses and half-lies.
tears still wet against my eyes.
An old tension filled the hallway
like unfinished excuses and half-lies.
I almost said I’m sorry,
but pride held back my tongue.
Some men only understand the cost
once everything is done.
but pride held back my tongue.
Some men only understand the cost
once everything is done.
I found her ring this morning
pushed deep inside the drawer.
Strange how the word forever
doesn’t mean much anymore.
pushed deep inside the drawer.
Strange how the word forever
doesn’t mean much anymore.
I thought that working harder
would somehow keep us strong.
Nights spent side by side
can still go quietly wrong.
would somehow keep us strong.
Nights spent side by side
can still go quietly wrong.
I heard the bedroom door close
and could not make a sound.
She gathered what remained
of the life we’d built around.
and could not make a sound.
She gathered what remained
of the life we’d built around.
She stood there for a moment,
tears still wet upon her face,
then turned and walked away from me
without a word, without a trace.
tears still wet upon her face,
then turned and walked away from me
without a word, without a trace.
I wanted to reach and stop her,
to say that I had changed.
But the words arrived too late
and nothing stayed the same.
to say that I had changed.
But the words arrived too late
and nothing stayed the same.
I finally said I’m sorry,
but she was already gone that day.
I held her ring and whispered
the words I failed to say.
but she was already gone that day.
I held her ring and whispered
the words I failed to say.
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Comments2
A sad and tragic write of a relationship gone wrong. A little too late to make a difference. Nicely worded with great rhyme and meter a fave
Thanks SB, much appreciated.
You are very welcome
It's funny how us guys just can't speak, even when our life is going to change forever.
Tough one, and we can all relate.
Appreciate the read and comment.
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