Poetry / Don't Answer Me
I find myself, back turned,
Listening to the rustle of your leaving
One last glance brushes
Across the back of my neck, as if
You’d actually touched me.
A ritual we have devised
No fears, no breath, no goodbyes
No final words, not even
Temporary ones to bide us until
The next time that we meet.
I can feel you, hovering,
Wanting so to whisper something
But wanting no words
To lie between us should we never
Meet again.
Turning my head, I smile
A soft, gentle goodbye, spoken with
The only language we use
Then look back through the window
Listening to the door close
Wondering if it will ever again open
To your loving face
Or if this was our final goodbye.
Running my fingers over
The cool window as you leave me
I see you look back
Your final words ones of love
And I smile again
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I relate to this. It reminds me of someone, and you have expressed yourself in a way that I can place my actual events within the same framework. Kudos.
It works nicely through an event, the turning away, “one last glance brushes” is so nice. Sad, but there is hope “if this was our final goodbye” you don’t say. For me it was, little did I know, but was not intended to be.
It resolves for me the price lovers pay, coupled with time and distance, and the amount of commitment each expects to see. It brings back the blame I placed upon myself, proving again it was better to have loved and lost, than to not have loved at all.
It is so accurate, like the poem I never saw, “No fears…No final words” and I love it.
“Listening to the door close, Wondering if” ”The language we use” Wow, how deep.
Last line, “smile again”, your fond memories lived on, but the relationship obviously over. Saving to favorites.
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