I sit on the bench waiting,
You may not come out for maybe days,
I'll still be here.
I will wait as long as need be.
This bench is on the outer skirts of the park behind your house,
Covered in brown leaves and dead roses.
The sun doesn't reach the bench through the forgetting trees.
I will sit cloaked in the dark until you come out.
I finally hear a door creak,
And look at you,
Out for a jog,
You haven't changed since last I saw you.
I walk,
Head held high with firm meaningful steps.
Toward your neverchanging shadow,
I focus.
You will not forget this,
If I do.
My red footsteps can't be seen in the darkening grass.
This will be a moment of clarity and of closure,
For me and you.
As I reach you,
You stop and seem welded to the ground.
As I reach out with my dead roses and bloody arms,
I fall.
You seem speechless,
As I lay dying,
In the middle of the park,
You are frozen.
You are afraid and crying,
Upset and Hurt,
As with my final gasp I utter,
You understand. Thats all I have to say
Author notes
Love is a killer, take it before it takes you.
A contest entry
- Last Lines by Keith.
450 points, ended May 4, 2008, 33 entries
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Very nice.
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This is very good! I love it. <333
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Well, that's rather a tragic tale and no mistake. The poem the last line is taken from is called THE END and its by a Scottish poet called Alan Bold.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Bold
There are no links to the poem I'm afraid, and it's 38 lines long, so you'll understand if I don't type it all out. But you're entitled to an extract. Bold's poem is a love poem, though not quite so tragic as yours. Here's the end of it:
But something happened to change that, to change
Our world into a segment of a fragment,
And happiness became the thing we knew
Could never last. And so the moon, the sun
No longer mattered but became
Undistinguished lights. Ugly because senn
By no one. What is special apart from life?
And that is gone. Do I anticipate?
Perhaps in time, but time is happening.
This time we're all in it together.
And then I'll tell you, I'll be able to,
How I loved you all, how my faults
Were only faked, how I appreciated every one
Of you. There won't be time unless I say it now
But there's a taste that holds me back
You understand. Thats all I have to say
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