Happiness turned to silence.
Voices became quiet.
Phones began calling other people.
Store trips became a vacation from home.
"I love you" became "I'll be back".
This was the calm before the storm.
Hands, before filled with another, became filled with other objects.
Eyes, once locked on each other, became wanderers for freedom.
Feet, once stood for each other, now stand for one.
This was the calm before the storm.
Lips, once soft and slow now became rugged and harsh.
Keys, once used to lock the door before a long day, became a passage to get away.
Memories, once made everyday, became faded, beautiful nightmares every night.
Bags, once filled with art, now filled with clothes.
This was the calm...before the storm.
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Author:
Hidden Poet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 26th, 2017 19:35
- Comment from author about the poem: Husband and wife on the verge of divorce.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Been there, done that. Great write though. ; )
Sorry for the memory returning. Hope you're doing better this time around. Thank you.
Oh yes, divorce took care of that. All smiles now. ; )
I enjoy the interesting paradoxes that you propose: going to the store as a vacation; a beautiful nightmare, a bag filled with art (like what's it doing in a bag man; isn't art supposed be like on the wall or sitting on a countertop?) Breakups are tough and can throw a guy into a fit of insecurities- your poem/prose evokes these feelings I think. Good write Nick.
Beautifully contrasting piece! Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading
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