You sink into a cloud of mist,
Becoming memory
And leaving on my heart another scar
/
I let you go; I wish you won’t
Remember me:
My ugly face, my ugly thoughts, the ugly way I laugh…
/
I love you, though, I don’t
Deserve to love you,
And dream of you without reserve or shame
/
As your way vanishes in clouds, I run
Farther, and farther –
I’m running from the hope that you would follow me
This is a tough one. There is a lot of pain here. It’s well-crafted.
It was unpleasant and painful to write this piece. Thank you for reading, Carl!
As Carl notes…the pain in this poem is quite intense…it left me with a sense of deep sadness….you have laid open a raw nerve…powerful poem.
I was not sure whether or not I should publish this poem – it’s a bit too ‘raw’, as you say… I really appreciate your comment!
Evocative with a haunting last line
Thank you for taking the time to read!
You sink into a cloud of mist,
Becoming memory
At 62 this phenomenon seems fast approaching.
I think at 62 you look at this ‘phenomenon’ – and all others – with eyes of wisdom and a sense of humor :). Meanwhile, I often find myself looking at things like a silly little girl.