"What are you looking at?"
She looked up at me,
Distracted. Swimming
Upstream in her personal
River of her thoughts
To the spot on the bank
Upon which I stood.
"Nothing, just lost
In thought," she gave
Me a small smile.
"What are you thinking
About?" I had been here
For over an hour, trying
To engage her in some
Sort of conversation.
"Nothing of importance,"
She said after a long bout
Of silence.
I wanted to scream,
I wanted to shout,
I wanted to take her
By her shoulders and
Shake her, instead
I said "Oh."
She was looking out
Of the window again,
And I felt dismissed.
"Well, I have some
Errands to run, so
I will see you around,"
I said making my way
To the door.
"See you around,"
She said without looking.
I never saw her around,
As time passed, it was something
That didn't impact on me.
Somehow when I closed
The door that last time,
I closed it for good.
Time passes and people
Grow apart and that's life.
Even the people you thought
Would be in your life forever
18 comments:
A most interesting poem with a narrative and story line sometimes we ask ourselves if something happened or when... at what precise moment did we fall in love or let it fade away beyond regrets?
But if this is true then so it is that once touched the once and only space carries something of each other as paths vanish from sight in the distance.
That last paragraph is so true. Sadly.
That last verse, so true ~ People come and fade away ~ Uncanny, but we wrote about the same theme ~ Wishing you Happy week ~
OH! And sometimes it seems that casual, which holds more pain. I appreciate the narrative before the conclusion. It made me feel I was there. And it reminded me of the Ferron song in which she puts away the photographs "but wasn't it fine?"
life happens fast...and we never know when will be the last time we see people...and if we will...things change...people change...and sometimes we even forget about them until they just disappear...
This is a deeply emotional piece.
sincere narrative with deep emotional resonance.
"Swimming
Upstream in her personal
River of her thoughts" beautiful lyrical line.
"Swimming upstream in her personal river of thoughts" love that...sometimes we lose contact and there are times we simply know we must let go and move on...lovely piece
Your last verse is touching. Kimolisa, I have always known when it was time to leave the party. People think the opposite of love is hate, but it isn't. It's indifference. That is played out here, and so well. This is so real! Sad but true. Peace, Amy
I especially admire the first stanza, and its foreshadowing. ~ M
...closed for good.
I have ONE time in my life I knew it was final. I somehow knew this poem was going there. A short story poem - You excel at these.
That's the way it is, Kim. Last summer at our granddaughter's wedding I sat on the second row, just ahead of my ex who was on the third row.
Earlier my wife had said to me, "Do you know who that is?" No, I didn't know until she told me. We hadn't seen each other for at least 20 years and I did not recognize her.
Things were okay, we chatted like old friends.
..
BTW, I have a condition known as prosopagnosia, or loss of face recognition. Plus she had changed from the sweet young thing I had once known so well (i.e. just another older lady).
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Very touching and sad. The plain language mirrors the mundane nature of our lives and how we can easily overlook all the magic.
"This life can seem so tragic, until you've seen the magic." - New York Dolls from "Fishnets and Cigarettes"
Yes, I have experienced this as well. Well told.
Time passes and people
Grow apart and that's life
It's a finality that one expects to happen but not wanting it! Great take, Kim and Lisa!
Hank
i closed that door for the last time.
such a profound and trying moment.
thank you
So very familiar. I recall the desperate silence and resignation all too well. Beautifully written.
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