Little

Cherry

By EB

Thu, 08 Oct 2015
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17 comments
 

Confusing, the tenderness

in sober eyes that last 

night swam with wine fueled tears.



Her unremembered honest words 

ripple in my chest - slap 

my face again with pain. 



Friends ? One-sided lover

I became. When? 

The why and how



has me on my knees in disbelief.

If I so much as touch her, she will leave 

me dry with 'things' - all that's left -



rewards for putting in the time

I should have given more to her - to them.

I'll be there now, 



but blindly, she repeats the platitude -

too little, too late. I'll have to forge a plan

of damage limitation, accepting 



her conditions till I find a way

to put us back together - mend us...

impossible to see us. Friends

Certificate 12
Poem
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Comments

Submitted by Tipp Hex on

Lovely

Tipp Hex

 

Submitted by EB on

Thanks Tipp Hex.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

This is so well written again, so honest, so analytical. I can but pray you will have that wisdom and honesty and ability to forge or reforge more trust and willingness to try again. We all have such failings at our best to contend with and accept in others. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by EB on

Thanks Rhiannon. Kind words.

Submitted by Pat G on

Unremembered honest words. Shame they can't be unsaid. Such moving verse.

Submitted by EB on

Shame indeed. Thanks Pat.

Submitted by love_writing on

Such a sad, honest and thought provoking poem. The first stanza is so poignantly relatable and threads through to the last 'to put us back together- mend us...'  Very touching EB.

love_writing

Submitted by EB on

Many thanks to you love writing.

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

Sad...

Heartfelt...

Wonderful write!!!

Submitted by EB on

Thanks Terry.

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

The first stanza is a lovely introduction to a fine, poignant poem. Well done.

 

Submitted by EB on

Thanks Luigi.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Love how you develop a narrative so deftly.  How wayword words can hurt and change everything, a painful poem.

Submitted by EB on

My thanks to you Philip.

Submitted by EB on

Thanks eds for the cherries. 

Submitted by cassiegoeswild on

This is so very real - I can feel the desperation and the pain. This is so well written and expressed.

Cass

Submitted by EB on

Thanks Cass.