And so, it had come to this. What was mine
and what was his, all decided; an amicable
divorce...he’d wanted. Was it OK though,
to come back next week, flick through the CDs,
and how about the photos? “Go screw yourself,”
my reply. On second thoughts, said, her and him
might enjoy browsing our wedding ones.
Told him two was a crowd on any guilt trip,
but I hoped he’d enjoy the ride. Said, quit stalling
for time; to just go...leave his keys on the hook;
he’d miss his train. To give my regards to his mate;
he was welcome to a lodger, forever a kid, not so
deep inside. Walter Mitty had nothing on him!
Assuming, of course, he didn’t shack up
with my ‘look-alike’ too soon. Folk might talk
if they knew the ugly truth.
He vowed to love me, in sickness and in health,
in that crap yellow shirt. In hindsight, it suited him –
well; coward that he is. I have no choice but to face
life square on...as long as I have left, admittedly,
and them medics don’t seem to know.
Told him to get lost; run away...if he could.
To slam the door, if he must, and I’d lock it
behind him, yet I’d still be there, just around
every street corner...his parting shot, ringing
in my ears. “Where the hell's my future...
with someone who hasn’t got one?”
Comments
skinner_jennifer | March 31, 2011 - 17:35
This was one moving poem Tina. It's awful when two
people split up, but you managed to explain it very
well in this poem.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | March 31, 2011 - 18:26
Thanks, Jenny. Pretty close to home, this one, so it wasn't difficult.
Thanks again for reading.
Tina
Sooz006 | March 31, 2011 - 18:29
So easy to relate to this one, on all levels. Beautifully written.
Silver Spun Sand | March 31, 2011 - 18:31
I really do appreciate your words, Sooz. More than you know;-)
Tina
lenchenelf | March 31, 2011 - 19:05
Hi Tina, is this a re-write of an earlier piece? I remember being moved, but might not have commented as such on it's first appearance. Well done atb lena xx
Silver Spun Sand | March 31, 2011 - 20:28
Yes, it indeed is, Lena. It was intended as a sequel to 'A Life More Ordinary'. Self-explantory, I feel.
A poem, that however many times I try to write and rewrite it, it still seems to challenge me.
Many, many thanks for your interest, and more than inspired words.
Tina xx
oldpesky | April 1, 2011 - 10:28
This is a very powerful and personal poem. I feel humbled and inspired by your words.
Highhat | April 1, 2011 - 11:17
Yes I know it is close to home- pretty difficult times. He must have been one big egoist. Sorry none of my business. I liked this one- a very frank and honest piece
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | April 1, 2011 - 15:42
Many thanks, oldpesky.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | April 1, 2011 - 15:44
Yes, he was and still is...or so I would imagine. Thanks for reading and for your empathetic comment. Much appreciated.
Tina
rjnewlyn | April 1, 2011 - 16:47
Hell hath no fury ... Very effective. It would have been easy to drift into melodrama but you've steered clear of it admirably.
Rob
Silver Spun Sand | April 1, 2011 - 19:25
Rob - I alway so appreciate your comments. Inspired, as always. Many,many thanks;-)
Tina
fatboy74 | April 1, 2011 - 21:10
Like Lena I have read a version of this one - if it's a work in progress it must be there as it's very good. Pretty brutal as well but endings so often are. ATB Fatboy :-)
the unfolding head | April 1, 2011 - 22:26
"in that crap yellow shirt" - brilliant!!! dig this!
Overthetop1 | April 2, 2011 - 05:11
This rings so many bells for me, but you do it so much better than I could. Another haunting piece Tina, and imagery really stays with you
Silver Spun Sand | April 2, 2011 - 07:53
Hey- thanks for that, tuh;-) It really was THE most awful shade of yellow. I certainly didn't 'dig' it;-)
Silver Spun Sand | April 2, 2011 - 07:54
OTT - many thanks for your kind and empathetic words. More than appreciated;-)