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Hey listen to me...don't think your realtionship is solid. Sometimes we are like the Titanic and don't see the obvious.
Leavin
She left today, after giving one-week notice
Sort of like a tenant saying I am moving.
Memories were packed and secrets also
Each made its way to the uhaul.
Her heart is still here, her essence
I can still see and feel it.
But her mind has gone to other things
Maybe only to regrets and remembrances
Dust, Dust of many years is resurrected
Stuffed bears and artificial foliage claimed
For each picture or memory I don’t know
Treasures appear that were never thought of.
Hearts pumping blood,
Each trying not to tear
I am the first one to cry
She holds me and lets me compose
Gone …gone is the breath
Gone is the touch
Gone is the physical feeling
Of loving someone for so long.
Now the silence of the house
No longer filled with sighs
No clatter in the kitchen
No warm bed to crawl into
Now an abyss of ice
Falling. Falling down
And down more
Until the mind is numb and the heart is shattered.
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