You Were, and Now You're Not.

Garry

You were the light at the end of my tunnel;

The rest at the end of my day

and I thought I'd have forever

to say the things I'd like to say.

 

But life moves on

And time goes by.

People change

and feelings die.

 

And now my tunnels have no ending

my days end in an empty bed

and I sit alone surrounded

by the words I never said.

  • Author: Garry (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 28th, 2017 14:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: Back to the dark side again. Another poem, meant to be for my wife, that got a bit out of my control. More chocolates are in order methinks.
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  • Tony36

    Great write, chocolate sounds good

    • Garry

      Thank you. Hope you enjoyed it.
      Re the chocolates, I'll have to get a poem right soon, it's costing me a fortune.

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Great write! Indeed there is nothing worse than have the "light at the end of the tunnel" disappear after the proverbial end of the tunnel collapses. Sorry to hear that! Certainly, treat yourself to some chocolate! 😉

      • Garry

        The chocolate is for my lovely wife, she was going to get a poem but this got a bit scary at the end. She needs something nicer. In the meantime, chocolate it is.

      • WriteBeLight

        I can relate. I have been on both sides of this situation. Love does conquer all. Time does heal. We all are going through our daily routines and try to juggle life, family and work and try to squeeze in some room for ourselves. Let the chocolates go. Do not buy anything. Just let the time pass. A poem would be nice, but sometimes silence speaks louder than words. Nothing to feel good or sorry about in the morning. Maybe a double-edged sword. But, just breathe and be silent. 🙂

      • Garry

        No the poem was meant to a present for Mother's day. Well i couldnt give her this, or the previous attempt. It's not autobiographical it just developed a life of it's own.
        Our daughters got her the chocolate. I got her some flowers.
        It was meant to be happy poem, but.... A darker vetsion turned up which i much preferred. This happens a lot I wrote a 'comedy' poem and it ended up hinting at cruelty and abuse. I blame some of the books i read.



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