And I let my wandering steps take me
to the old house with the arched window
where you once lived among your paintings
and I stayed at the closed big iron door,
eyeing the glass panes of the one behind it,
the tiled corridor I used to walk on hurriedly
to find you waiting at its end with open arms.
I stayed for a while seeing again and again
our young selves eager for each other,
I remembered the dusky evenings of passion,
the deep talks about everything and nothing,
the silence of the house nurturing us both.
And I tore myself away from the house you left,
the house that once welcomed our climaxes
under the knowing eyes of your whimsical paintings.
Submitted: January 08, 2022
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I like how you spin the focus of this piece with so much description, creating an atmosphere that 'houses' an emotion. Nostalgic and forlorn, I like how the structure is 'nurturing' this short lived relationship, a personified dwelling every bit as alive as the moment's memory.
Mon, January 10th, 2022 3:48amSad and beautiful at the same time.
Tue, January 11th, 2022 12:02amSo why did you stop loving me?
So why did you stop loving me?
So why did you stop loving me?
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Spyguy
Sad that you have this house in the past tense, no longer able to enjoy it fully in the present, hence, decreasing the enjoyment I would wish for all of your sense!!!
Sun, January 9th, 2022 9:34amAuthor
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Well, the artist does not live there any longer. He lives in another town and has a new object of desire.
Sun, January 9th, 2022 9:28am