She keeps their pictures close
in an album by her bed.
"I want to keep the memory"
is all she ever said.
I never really understood
why she even cared.
They'd come, then go
and she'd be left
alone
her heart not spared.
I watched her life spill out
so many times upon the floor.
I watched and watched until even I
had to walk out through the door.
She cried and smiled through so many loves
I couldn't count them all.
She was always so brave, I thought.
All I'd learned was, how to fall.
Again the album, out it'd come
and she'd cry...then start to smile,
and I would almost, almost think
maybe love...maybe it is worthwhile....
Author notes
She still cries...and she still smiles...
A contest entry
- Happines is like mercury... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
425 points, ended August 4, 2007, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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and I would almost, almost think
maybe love...maybe it is worthwhile....
what a beautiful work you wrote here my friend..thank you so much for sending such a wonderful entry in my contest...
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Thanks Mr. Khattar, for the honorable mention.
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