She left
like a thread
pulled through muslin
her pillow smelt
of the push of hair in night
turned in bad dream and
from me for so long
I had
held on
the capsize of our ship
drowning us both
outstaying oxygen to
feel her return
how she used to
take my hand in dark
placing it where she felt
the most
there is a varnished gulf
a painted arroyo
starched land thirsting for renewal
lapsing between us
and it will not be with me
her eyes have lost their glitter
when she turned
it was with the flat gaze of someone
who had already
closed that chapter
bought her ticket
and was reaching for the next
like an arrow
driving its way into my chest
and out again
the feeling of quills and feathers
pulled free by strung force
a sound of cascading hurt
almost like the world sighed
in the room that was once ours
by the violet light of afternoon
where I lay watching her move
in green light, the weight of dew
like words without meaning
I tore myself to pieces
unable to let go
of the ache she left
in her shattering wake
as pulling stitches when healed
will always feel
like something whole
is breaking
The ending encapsulates the whole poem of a relationship that was meant to be and in the end dissolved itself leaving an open wound even if it is stitched.
So true my friend 💓
<3
As I am now, the moment I feel that love, true love, isn’t reciprocated, I leave. I have to, it’d break me down, kill my spirit if I don’t.
This is brilliantly done, Candice, right down to the ending lines.
Thank you my beautiful friend 💓
You’re very much welcome. *big hugs*
Big hugs back
❤
Deeply beautiful words.
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Gods, this is beautiful!
Especially this:
a sound of cascading hurt
almost like the world sighed
in the room that was once ours”
perfection ❤
Wonderfully profound I sensed your pain!
beautiful and painful.
Thank you very much
You are welcome.
Outstanding! Been there.
Thank you so much
Wow amazing
A truly beautiful song of loss x
Oh Candice these words are so powerful and haunting,
“like an arrow
driving its way into my chest
and out again
the feeling of quills and feathers
pulled free by strung force”
https://youtu.be/BrM8tft1isc
So very powerful, Candice…. masterful writing. And that analogy to the feel of “pulling stitches when healed” is masterful! ❤️
P.S. excuse the redundancy in my comment – that second “masterful” was supposed to read “brilliant”! 😳
Beautifully written with perfect imagery – from start to finish
I think of a song:
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