He left me standing there,
I could do nothing
but watch him leave.
My mouth opens
to say what cannot be said,
to shout
what cannot be heard,
to whisper
what the wind will not carry...
not a sound is uttered.
Silence is met
with the shatter of a tear
crashing to the ground,
in slow motion...
he pauses for a moment.
My hand reaches out
knowing he will not turn,
his head bowed
he continues to walk,
to a place I dare not go...
to a place he knows
I will not follow.
Eyes sparkling,
with tears that will not fall,
I blow him a kiss and a wish...
safe travels my friend,
until we meet again.
The echo comes back,
...and we will
meet again.
Erigeneia © June 2008
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
Even the hope at the end of this still seems to feel crestfallen.
-
-
Very perceptive...as it is just that...
~E.
-
-
.
-
Wow! I really really really love this poem!
It's absolutely beautiful. Just the concept, the thought, the pain...
My mouth opens
to say what cannot be said,
to shout
what cannot be heard,
to whisper
what the wind will not carry...
These three stanzas really bring out a lot in this poem. I love them. Great read, great write! Keep it up!
-
-
I've been remiss in thanking you for such a wonderful reply, so...
Thank you for taking the time and reading me.
~E.
-
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
