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
capoeiragem | August 1, 2008 - 08:53
Enjoyed this, very poignant. I like how the wind motif echoes the way the two characters continue to drift aimlessly in and out of each other's lives, while also capturing the sense of wistful resignation uttered by the protagonist in the last two lines.
Dynamaso | August 1, 2008 - 09:01
Capoeiragem, thanks for your considered comments. Funny thing is, as I'm sitting here writing this, a strong wind has picked up outside, bringing a smell of the ocean and winter with it. Synchronicity, perhaps?
MistakenMagic | August 8, 2008 - 19:59
This poem really touched me. I can really relate to every word as I'm having a similar experience with my 'boyfriend'!
'We stumble
Against each other
Far too often
To easily let go
Once and for all'
Brilliant!
Doeslittle | August 9, 2008 - 00:16
This is very good indeed, I love the short, clipped structure of it too.
Dynamaso | August 9, 2008 - 01:16
Mistaken Magic, thanks for your comment. I'm pleased it stuck a chord with you.
Doeslittle, thanks to you too. I've been reading an anthology of poetry edited by Seamus Heaney and Ted Hughes. There is some great work in there but my favourites so far have been those economic in structure.