Gone

[Galien]

I wrote this poem a year ago about a man who promised me so much, then went away. It reflects the way I have always felt about men since my father left us when I was nine.

 

 

The curves of your face are etched in my mind

 

The promise of your lips

 

The sound of your voice that elicits such joy in me

 

The touching the knowing the yearning

 

Gone

 

 

So much easier not to feel

 

So much easier not to expect

 

So much easier not to…………..

 

Gone

 

 

Ever since the most important man in my life walked away

 

I have not expected any of you to stay

 

You don’t do “stay”

 

You start connections and you start lives

 

And then

 

You are

 

Gone

[decafaholic]

beautiful. I bet it sounds even better being read out loud.