I was that girl who left you
sitting on the broken curb
head buried in shaky hands
tears like rain dripping
down the rank gutter
calling out for me to stay
as my heart I walked away.
You were that boy whose hands
of leathered gloves took mine
freed me from myself, promised
a new life to build together
we found love’s rainbow glow
the pot of gold we knew was nigh.
Until I changed my mind
said yes than no than yes
one time too many too much
you said enough was enough.
And now I sit on the cold, hard curb
head buried in chapped hands
tears dripping down my shallow gut
unwanted oak leaves swept within
as I watch you fade, disappear
a mirage on the horizon of my soul.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: One Stop Poetry (free verse)
7 comments:
I like this poem a lot, Laurie. It has the ring of reality, which doesn't always go the way the person wants.
aww...the unwanted oak leaves is a very nice emotional touch...i hear the heart in this...
Lori
A delightful poem with a too real and sad ending. Reminds me of Dicken's Miss Havisham
A tangled tale of having to make up your mind and the heartbreak of not doing so. A well constructed piece of free verse. Thank you.
well written, like it alot
I loved this!
Absolutely beautiful! We would love for you to post some of your thoughts and poetry to our Facebook page "I Love Being A Christian Woman". God bless you!
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