by cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland, USA
Apr 2013 1,047 Views 37 comments
When I depart
She held the curtain to
her cheek not yet ready
for a tear
It would take alot to sadden
that face for she had never
known a fear
But I drove away just the same
with a regret or two of my own
She just didn't know how many
nights she'd be sobbing by the
phone
'What was that spirit he brought
she pondered on a tear stained
pillow..?'
'With him I felt alive again like
a bluejay singing to a weeping
willow..'
How does she count the days when
her silver pot no longer has it's shine?
She counts all as death in the terrible
truth she'd lost one of a kind
her cheek not yet ready
for a tear
It would take alot to sadden
that face for she had never
known a fear
But I drove away just the same
with a regret or two of my own
She just didn't know how many
nights she'd be sobbing by the
phone
'What was that spirit he brought
she pondered on a tear stained
pillow..?'
'With him I felt alive again like
a bluejay singing to a weeping
willow..'
How does she count the days when
her silver pot no longer has it's shine?
She counts all as death in the terrible
truth she'd lost one of a kind
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2013
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Comments (37)
with a regret or two of my own
'With him I felt alive again like
a bluejay singing to a weeping
willow..'
these lines say it all Jim lovely write
Rob
Bill
the day off.
dear.
like clint eastwood style
very cool. . .
macho man
So sad for both.
Kathy
You are soo sweet darling. Just a made up story.
Thank you for drawing this out. You are a special.
Cafe
It's all good dear. But thank you for that
lovely compliment.
Cafe
Thank you sweet. I'm a one woman man make no
mistake. If I find a woman, ( if ), there is no
other woman in my mind or thoughts. She
becomes the queen of my every desire.
This poem is just fictional dear. Lol.
Cafe
Enjoyed reading!
Martina xxx
You're back! What would that even mean?
Well.. that's classified information.
Castle law:
Artical 46:
Section 19
Thou shall not reveal
classified information.
I think we've all lived through experiences like this.
Beautifully penned ~ but so sad.
I really enjoy your serious side.
Mady
So glad to see you back sweet. You are so special to
me. You CS ladies are like liquid gold in my heart.
OMG!
Cafe
Nice write...SM
Kathy
Kathy..
Martina..
Mady..
Abby..
Cat..
Southmiami..
and on .
(
I like the story
type style . It
opens up a broad
field of possibilities.
Cafe
A very sad scene of one leaving while the other who is left behind is mourning.
Such is life, there are times when tears means happiness for the other. But it'll come to pass. And before we know it, love is alive all over again.
Great write Jim.
So glad to see you back.
Author: cafetwo2010
She held the curtain to
her cheek not yet ready
for a tear.
It would take a lot to sadden
that face, for she had never
known a fear.
But I drove away just the same
with a regret or two of my own.
She just didn't know how many
nights she'd be sobbing by the
phone.
'What was that spirit he brought,
she pondered on a tear stained
pillow..?'
'With him I felt alive again like
a bluejay singing to a weeping
willow..'
How does she count the days when
her silver pot no longer has its shine?
She counts all as death in the terrible
truth she'd lost one of a kind.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 12, 2013
You shouldn't have stolen my heart like this, dearest Cafe, knowing well the suffering I would be subject to! Rest in peace!
RIP