Jocky58 Poetry (7)

The chair stands pulled up to the table
tight and proud
You're not comming back
No motion no notion!
The guests of the resaurant rave on
None could even spare a thought
Or an inkling of knowing the timing of your going
All inside me is serene
Perhaps I feel the peace at last
Of that knowing
Your time has past.

I suppose even heaven can wait,
So is the burden on the heart
Knowing the disapointment you sense and feel
Once there never forgotten?
We have to move on
Like a train leaving a station but not knowing if you will return
Waiting can drain you to the core
Sure it was nice but to be perfect in this world does not seem to exist
We cannot close the door but the draught can be disturbing
A man has to take it, to be a Man is to take it
Move on until the next time it happens but there is always a chance
A chance that it will never happen again!

Bye bye my cherry pie, we didn't have much but never ran dry. Money and wealth was all around us, but we had what counted each other, dreams and enough to survive. Until it happened out of the blue. And in the end could not mend. The vengences l can forgive, and l think of the life we shared together in your little flat. The odd record can bring tears to my eyes, but to go back now does no seem wise.

You broke the bond by saying that to me
I thought friends would be there for eternity
The pain of rejection bewildered me
as the sadness of a reality struck
I leant on the bridge looking down as the river flowed
As the sunset on another day the time to unload.

A snowy cold April evening
turned Antarctic cold when she left me
I curled in my bed and tried my imaginary hug
But it was of no use, she had gone
The optimism for the future left me that cold dark night
My dream that had longed in my heart was again vacant
For what more I didn't know.

As I laid sprawled out on the park bench one summers afternoon
She sat there pleased to be away from the human bustle
I knew her, not for long but i knew her
Through the slats of the park bench her little boy showed me the clover flower
he had picked from the lawn
He hung it over one of the slats to show me it in wonder
I saw what he saw and through his eyes I became a born again child.

How can one say that something has gone away?
I think of you, you have it all
But in a way pay for it with all those lonely nights!
Just waiting for his shine
It comes not so often these days
And you can lay awake all night just wondering
You have your treasure that's been gifted to you
But there's still a need that's craving inside that longs to be met
You can kid yourself you have it all.