The ocean between
us is not so wide that I
cannot feel you here.
.
words January 29, 2013
Splashing in the bathroom
awakens her
to a sorrowful knowing.
Her eyes are closed against it.
His baggage rustles.
“Come kiss me good-bye,” she says
blinking blurrily.
Compliant,
he leans and offers
a perfunctory pucker
upon her sour morning lips.
“I’ll call you tomorrow
to tell you whether I’m coming home,”
he says.
“Call me today
to tell me you’ve arrived.”
“I can do that,” he agrees
moving down the hallway.
Eyes clamped closed again,
she hears the firm crunch of
doors and humming rumble of the engine.
As the car leaves,
she leans into her pillow,
wondering at the words,
he didn’t say.
She’s gone October 17, 2010
Today I’m thinking about all those times when we don’t hear what someone is saying to us very clearly, because we have our own agenda. Hearing the full truth may open a door we don’t want to open, but glorious things may be inside if we have courage to accept difficult changes.
.
She’s gone this time
And it’s for good.
Don’t beg. Don’t cry.
Because it’s good.
I know you can’t
See past your pain
And you wish all
Could be the same
She’s gone this time
And it’s for good.
Don’t beg. Don’t cry.
Because it’s good.
.
You’ve tried before
To re-arrange
A month or two
You make a change.
But if it’s about
Getting her back
You’re never changing
The greatest lack.
She’s gone this time
And it’s for good.
Don’t beg. Don’t cry.
Because it’s good.
.
Quit loving her
And love yourself
Take your fragility
Off the shelf.
See who you are
And learn to be
The best you can
So you can see
She’s gone this time
And it’s for good.
Don’t beg. Don’t cry.
Because it’s good.
.
You’re better when
You’re not with her
With all the anger
In the air.
She wants to be a
Better self
And that’s why
She repeatedly tells
She’s gone this time
And it’s for good.
Don’t beg. Don’t cry.
Because it’s good.
.
It’s time for you
To push, to grow
It will be hard
Change is, we know
You’re worth the pain
You will endure
You’ll transform for you
And not for her.
She’s gone this time
And it’s for good.
Don’t beg. Don’t cry.
Because it’s good.
.
When you can smile and
See your strengths
And understand you’re worth
All the lengths
that others take
to make you see
You’re worth who you
Are bound to be.
When freed from all
Toxicity
That brings you down
And poisons you
And blinds you to
What’s really true
She’s gone this time
And it’s for good.
Don’t beg. Don’t cry.
It’s truly good
For both of you.
.
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Here’s another blog post that reflects this theme beautifully. When will the message get through? http://deadpoet88.wordpress.com/2010/10/21/the-art-of-longing
Oh wow. We got a blog poetry award from the Thursday Poetry Rally! How cool is that?
And although this was posted in October, somehow we received an Honourable Mention for September…
Shawn L. Bird 