Somewhere
An empty church
Strikes an hour
Too late
To count the chimes.
A hesitation
In your grasp.
A slight
Loosening
Of entangled arms
And knotted fingers.
My certain gaze
Meets unsure eyes,
With ink-well pupils
Writing me
A farewell letter:
A strange formality.
Slowly, I recover
My body from yours,
And suddenly I
Become a part of your past.
Author notes
Quite quick. Hope its OK
Last two lines are a quote from Over my Head - The Fray
A contest entry
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Comments
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I really like the ending of this poem. Well done on that!
Thank you for entering the contest!
Leander -
Ty for entering Good Luck.
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so hard to face reality at times
life give hard blows at time. Tomorrow we pick up the pieces and start all over again living.
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Fantastic, I loved it. I'd like to give you some constructive critisism or something, but I don't see anything that needs fixing. Awesome write.
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Thank you very much
And thank you for gold as well!!!
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such a wonderful piece. and i loved the imagery.
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Thank you
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lovely piece. You described this so well. The ink well pupils was lovely imagery. Thanks for the entry.
*HID*
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Thank you very much
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