Sometimes the desire to run
Takes over from everything you love
The job, the family, the friends you have
will be lost, unforgotten, loved and yet, gone
As you acknowledge their kindness
But fail to see, how settled in their love
You can ever truly be
I want to run
I want to escape
Because the love I had
Won’t ever really be
The life I thought
Not the life I knew
Will my heart ever be
Truly free of you?
Sometimes the desire to leave
Overtakes the desire to belong
Once you’ve had that and lost it via your heart
The love and loss, not forgotten and yet, gone
As you acknowledge their comfort
But fail to see, how settled in their expectation
You will ever be
I want to run
I want to hide
Because the love i have
Will never abide
To the life I now have
And the life you now lead
Will my head and heart
Ever truly concede?
Sometimes the desire to disappear
Takes over your desire to care
The people, the lover, the team you enjoy
Will be alienated and gone forever anyway
As you acknowledge their devotion
But fail to see, how you can ever live up to
Who they want you to be.
I want to run
But I can’t leave
Because the love I feel
Only lets me see
The life I could’ve had
And the love you now have
My heart and head
Won’t leave me in peace
I’m a promise, an apology, a gift and a hope
Desired with bold colours, I reach towards the light
Helping to hide tears, hoping I find a true smile,
A beautiful, intoxicatingly simple delight
Accompanied frequently with a stroke of a pen
And embellished and glorified by ribbon & prose
I’m his tribute, his gesture, his hope and his love
I’m a glimpse of forgiveness, requited true love,
I am the rose, his rose
Originally one of my micro poems on Twitter the prompt word Oblivion (#TastyPoem) was the inspiration for this one.
She paused, what was it, what was it she could almost see,
Almost feel, to touch, an unsteady, feeling; uncertainty.
But an excitement too, with her stomach floating high
But her heart falling heavy, she exhaled with an overwhelming cry
As if from nowhere her eyes filled with tears – un-cried
It was as if she was looking on, not in but outside.
Then it was clear, in a moment she knew,
Her pattern of remembrance was right on cue.
The divine coloured crimson caught in a crystal beam,
Reminded her of him; how intoxicating, he had been.
Her oblivion, her delight, her home and her man
Now lost to her and this world, this was never in their plan.
Every now and again, she’d return to this moment and smile
To sit and be with him, let her self dream, just for a while.
The wine’s bouquet held a memory, like he was there,
She could almost feel him run his fingers through her hair,
Then a laugh began to bubble in the back of her throat,
This cocktail of emotions, and only one she could note,
She raised the glass to her lips with a triumphant lift
Liquid swirls and her heart takes it in; a living memory, like a gift.