I opened the door –
he was standing there.
He’d come to say
he couldn’t take it any more,
this was goodbye.
Said it was all a waste of time –
we were walking up a blind alley.
Ours had been
the archetypal love story.
Trouble is
love doesn’t have
a beginning or an end.
Only the stories written about it
and this one, no exception.
He’d said, him and me
weren’t going anywhere.
Trouble was …
I thought we’d arrived.
Comments
mikepyro | November 20, 2008 - 23:55
I enjoyed it, was simple and not overly detailed, but instead a rather true expression of the conflicts of love.
littleditty | November 21, 2008 - 07:58
like this one Tina, ditto mikepyro
- howsabout a comma? I stumbled a bit..
He'd said, him and me - or - He'd said we
Enjoyed :)
Silver Spun Sand | November 21, 2008 - 08:35
ld - by Jove, you're right. Comma being put in place right now. Ta muchly. Glad you liked it:-)
Tina x
artisus | November 21, 2008 - 09:38
Hi Tina, did you change the layout? It's better now. And trouble is/trouble was is so good.
:) xx
Silver Spun Sand | November 21, 2008 - 09:54
You don't miss a trick, do you, Nic? I sure did:-)
Thanks for reading. Glad you liked it.
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | November 21, 2008 - 12:55
Mike - good to hear from you. Glad this piece said something to you.
Cheers:-)
Tina
MistakenMagic | November 21, 2008 - 15:01
Made me cry. It's strange reading a piece that isn't about you but still feels so autobiographical. This is beautiful Tina.
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 21, 2008 - 17:14
I have to admit, Magic, I was indeed thinking about you when I wrote it. Who has the sixth sense now?
I am pleased it meant something to you, but sorry it had to.
Tina xxx
MistakenMagic | November 21, 2008 - 18:56
I suspected that it might be, but didn't want to sound egotistical if I'd said something and it wasn't. Thank you for the poem Tina :)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 21, 2008 - 19:02
You're more than welcome, Magic. An inspiration, that's what you sure are:-)
Tina xxx