Yes, this poem is from a true story, it really happened.
How pathetic was this?
Originally published at: http://www.horsesense.ws/stillthinkaboutyou.htm
Last night ...
I visited the tenement house where we used to live twenty some years ago.
I sat on the curb across the street,
watching for your face,
waiting for your smile,
wondering what went wrong:
"Why has the love of my life left me?
"Why am I still here?"
This morning ...
I was watching a young couple sitting on the front stoop of the tenement house
where we used to live.
He was angry and confused;
She was hurt and had been crying.
I could see that he was mostly afraid,
but he wouldn’t admit it to himself.
Mostly she was angry,
but she didn’t seem to know this;
perhaps she just didn't care anymore.
They were staring into the end of the world at their feet
as they stared into the face of Destruction:
That old Devil, Silence.
Right then ...
it seemed that there was no hope.
one small chance flashed between them,
fluttering timidly, fleetingly,
like a butterfly.
The young couple reached out,
clutching for that one last hope,
clinging to the lifeline, a fraid to let go.
In an instant they captured all creation with each a careful smile.
“I don’t know why I hurt the one I love.
“Please forgive me. Never let me go.
“Never let me stare into this abyss again.
“I can’t live without you.”
Right then ...
I said a silent prayer for you:
“Wherever you are Elaine, I want you to find happiness. Even if I’m not there to share it with you, my heart is there."
I still care about you.
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