Broken plate on the floor.
I swear
as I reach for the broom.
Another piece of our life gone.
Shards
scattered on the floor.
The broom scratches as
I sweep
up the pieces of our love.
Entombed in the china left
behind.
What we had together
Stacked on the shelf in our kitchen.
Plates, cups and bowls
are lost.
One at a time as the years
pass.
You’re gone.
I remain with what’s left.
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Mylee
A contest entry
- I'm alone......are you? by movedon.
700 points, ended November 25, 2008, 103 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I already read and commented on this once, but in the context of my contest, it really means a lot more. And especailly in my current situation. This is so saddening, and painful indeed, which is what I was looking for! Thank you so much for taking the time to enter my contest.
ing alone,
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It's always hard to say goodbye. It's sometimes harder to say goodbye a second time when something holding the memory of being together is lost. Great poem.
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so sad love.
well written. stunning imagery.
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Thanks Hon! Nice Picture!
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sounds like a mad marraige... how sad... hope this is not personal... would be very sad if it was...
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Not personal. Interesting that you saw it that way. Pretty close. I was leaning more towrds the loss of a wife/GF/SIgnificant other. No matter what the cause.
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this is such a nice piece..
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Thanks!
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