Take a number and wait until you're called.
Published on September 5, 2007 By dynamaso In Poetry
She left me
Like the last leaf
On a dormant tree
Plucked off by
A randy wind
Whose promises
Blew away
Just as easily

She left behind
Random hairs
A favoured lipstick
And a faint scent
Framed memories
Of her and I
Wrapped in vestiges
Of finicky love

A phone call
Late in the evening
On a distorted line
She chats idly
I wait for her
To ask for help
But she can’t
So she hangs up

The wind blows
She’s at my door
Crying shallow tears
But she knows
I will let her in
I won’t ignore her
She knows
I can’t help it

We stumble
Against each other
Far too often
To easily let go
Once and for all
She will go again
And I will wait
Such is this love’s fate


Comments
on Sep 05, 2007
Such is this love’s fate


Ain't it though?

(Another good one, Maso)
on Sep 05, 2007
Heya Roy,

This, like most of what I write, is semi-autobiographical and the remains of regrets shedded.

Glad you liked it my dear friend.
on Sep 06, 2007
The flavor of my life has been bittersweet. This hit me right in the soul.

Great writing especially...

She left behind
Random hairs
A favoured lipstick
And a faint scent


beautifully sad.

Wish I had written it. - Thanks, Moskowitz
on Sep 06, 2007
You are on a roll, Maso.
Bittersweet, is the perfect word.
on Sep 06, 2007
Oy! This is some Grade-A stuff.   

~Zoo
on Sep 08, 2007
Buddah,

Wish I had written it


This is one of the best compliments I've ever received, given how much respect I have for your own writing. Thanks very much...

Kelly,

The memories that invoked this are, at best, bittersweet. I'm really pleased I was able to convey this well enough that you guys could feel it.

Zoo,

Heya, mate, good to see you. Thanks for the compliment too.