one too many times
even at the end
i was clutching at
straws
looking up into
troubled eyes
holding steady
with my own
trying to stay calm
you turned your heart
from my questions
answering me
with a vagueness
i couldn't understand
until you broke away
step over step
you ran away
from me
as sudden as a
slap across the
face
and, in the silence
i nodded
as if to say
i knew it would
end this way
and as quickly as
my heart had started
that fateful day
i met you
it stopped
without any
resolution
it hasn't started
since
(done)
I miss G+ - not sure I should comment as I want here; and my thoughts seem to focus merely on the craft and lose the meaning. You are on a streak of the lovely and lyrical, Lynn - continue please.
ReplyDeletethank you. comment what you want, when you can. i learn a lot from your observations. i will write on...
Deletei swear, mewe has a couple of good poem groups. you may want to try it.