Through the crowd
I catch sight of him
with his grey hair
and cloudy eyes
those purple lined hands
that once held hearts
his lips were fuller then
he used to laugh a lot more
and I know for sure
that he loved me
I was drawn to him
he seems to know who I am
"I've been waiting a long time for you"
he says in his timeless voice
but I'm caucious now
can't get burned again
he does'nt walk like he used to
gets tired easily
he smiles the same way
maybe a bit harder now
and I know for sure
that I loved him
when he gets home at night
no one has to tell him
the colors of the walls
maybe egg shell white?
and while he cooks dinner
he listens to his jazz
and sometimes he cries
just doin' the dishes
and I know for sure
that he thinks of me
he drinks his champagne alone now
and toasts his friends the stars
thinks of his lovely grandchildren
why won't his son call more often?
and I know for sure
that he loves them
he's just someone I used to know
it was different horizons
and he still plays farewell in vain
when we both move on
maybe we'll get back here again
and if we do
I know for sure
he'll look for me
just as he always did
and just maybe he'll find me...again
Author notes
And it IS my story.
A contest entry
- Your Choice... by my02U.
550 points, ended November 16, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I do not like her
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this is great.....
it is a beautiful piece....
i love the feeling of remembering something beautiful in the past....
you have great talent....
thanks so much for sharing....
your Faerie
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he drinks his champaine alone now
and toasts his friends the stars
thinks of his lovely grandchildren
why won't his son call more often?
and I know for sure
that he loves them
very good lines said here
loved it
cheers
abybaby -
Funny how we all have that one love that never worked out. This is well written, and has me sitting here thinking about that one that never seemed to be quite right for me.
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Very good narration... very good write... I'm reminded of my grandpa who used to tell stories and talk about music to us... I miss my grandpa... thanks for sharing...keep penning
Love and regards
Kiddy -
This is really good and quite sad. There are many of us out here who have been or are still rowing that boat with you. Sometimes, what was lost in the past, always comes back to haunt you in the future, whether it be someone you loved that never returned that love, or something you could have done, and didn't. A very strong message here that still holds in it a little hope that things might change for the better. Well done and thank you for the beautiful read.
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Do not worry.
Do not feel alienated. You are still YOU.
And all those kisses belong to you. As we grow older, we sometimes mourn our lost youth. But inside we are all we want to be. Do you know?
Myra
(put this rose in your whiskey glass 
)
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this is truly beautiful... two connected souls till the end. gorgeous,
hugs,
georgie,
xxx -
i liked this a lot - you did a great job with meter and word choice. a few spelling errors, but not big ones. good luck!
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How beautiful! A lovely story it is...years pass and we grow old and often memories fade, but yet some stay with us forever...and we never know what tomorrow holds...I love this and the depth in which you wrote it...truly well done, moving and sad, yet ending with such hope...
Best to you!
mystic
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