I walk the crowded pavement
and catch sight of life through
the reflection of shop windows,
watch heads bob,
hear shouts of hello there,
smell fried bacon, fresh brewed coffee
and feel the cold February rain on my face.
These things require no responsibility;
they just are.
Your face manifests behind my eyelids
I blink away the spectre and turn
to look at a beggar in a doorway.
His obligation not quite abrogated;
he has a dog at his side
they need each other.
He feeds the dog,
the dog keeps him warm;
their love mutual.
You don’t need me.
I can feed myself,
you left me, aloof.
Love?
Who needs it…
Comments
MistakenMagic | November 22, 2008 - 17:11
Unfortunately I can relate to this very well. A beautiful poem Val, the second stanza was my favourite :)
Magic xxx
Bradene | November 22, 2008 - 17:22
Yes I think many do, I wonder why it takes so long to dawn on us though? Thanks magic for commenting Val x
Silver Spun Sand | November 22, 2008 - 18:09
" ... smell fried bacon, fresh brewed coffee
and feel the cold February rain on my face.
These things require no responsibility;
they just are."
I just love these lines Val, and how true they are.
And just why does it take so long to dawn on us? You pose a more than pertinent question.
Much enjoyed this:-)
Tina x
littleditty | November 24, 2008 - 21:09
ooo Val! i like this, i like the tings that just are too i must say, does leave questions this poem, i think it may have somehow filtered into my last effort, cheers Val xx