My darling wants nothing more to do with me so my journey will not be the one I had hoped for when I wrote the original poem. There isn't much on which to comment. I took the first poem and reworked it to fit the new circumstances of my life. There is a hidden meaning here, but I suspect that I will be the only one to ever grasp it and I will never tell.
Goodbye
Long and Weary.
We stand and look at the
Long and Weary road.
It stretches behind and before us.
I turn and see
That she is not beside me.
She sits and stares
Off into the distance.
I return to her
And touch her hair.
She does not look at me
As I stand by her side.
"But I need you,"
I tell her quietly.
She brushes the tear from my cheek.
"Walk on without me."
I look at her.
My heart is heavy.
My journey will not be easy.
The road is Long and I am Weary.
2 comments:
Dude, I got a pain in my chest from reading your poems. I was truly moved and feel bad for what has happened. Be strong, and write your ass off. Hang in there.
Thank you much Larry. It does help to get a supptive comment from the void. Don't worry, I've got plenty of material to present and some new stuff on which I'm working.
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