In your flat

The time ticks past so slowly in your flat,
And sometimes I just long for some sleep waiting;
For you to come home, and tell me where your day
Has taken you - and where your at

Each moment seems compressed though time is flying
In your world there's so much rest and so much healing
Of loneliness, where longings no more leaving
It's words of guilt, that leave us searching, pleading

Times when woman cry - softly keening
She hopes her man gets back before this evening
And it seems that while I write this time is fleeting
And I hear a sighing ocean in the distance

Not far away a lonely cove lies waiting
Rills of waves the mornings sunshine kisses
With flecks of gold, this not yet ruined world,
Before it sinks in black before this evening

A great sleep that must still come is nearing
So much of this life is merely dreaming
I wrote this to you late - just last evening
When the end of day falls black and bitter seething

Unlike that bliss where two hearts share true feeling
This affection - memories of our love don't lie
We kissed to close the gap - a secret meeting -
And still I wait for you in this cold flat
That's not so cold, for I know in the morning
Love's valediction rose brings its true meaning


© lovecanbereal
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Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
Here I have tried to capture something of the nature of the existential loneliness which can occur between man and woman.

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