Longing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


May is November. Howling winds and bleak. Then I see THEM. They're walking up; I'm walking down. It is ‘her’ with her daughter, the daughter that should have been mine. Well, at least in name.

There's a flicker of recognition. A pretence of not seeing. From all of us to none of us.

Then they're gone. We've passed.

I loved her longer and more deeply, than any before. Than any since. And any to come. Maybe.

Bereft of her, empty is my existence, lonely my life.

Oft, I dream of love not lost to greet the day with flooded eyes.

Regrets, regrets, regrets.

Why, oh why, did I betray her to just betray myself?

To the counsel of my heart I listened not. Too late, too late. She is gone.

Chestnut hair tumbling onto shoulders bare and freckled. Button nose and big blue eyes.

A poignant memory of a single red rose on Lover's Day.

I love her. Simply and forever.

 


Submitted: June 26, 2021

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DampKitten

Gorgeous, Matt. You're gifted. I'm not so good with free verse myself.
I love the subject matter and how you approach it, this incidental almost greeting...this pretense of not seeing. I love how you use repetition in your piece, an often neglected poetic element. You focus on emotion, how summer is winter. You provide just the right amount of information, an adequate description, the perfect conclusion

Mon, June 28th, 2021 11:56pm

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Thank you. This was an actual incident. Sharon didn't speak to me for near on fifteen years after we split up - she does now though and we're quite amicable. Coincidentally, it's her daughter's birthday today.

Tue, June 29th, 2021 4:39am

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