Blank stare.


That Wednesday of September was so alone
I'd like to tell the maker to kindly postpone
Before that sunrise I had sat on my throne
Little did I know I would unkindly be shown

That Thursday of July was more of a hell
I'd like to tell the maker I was locked in a cell
Before the sparkle of your eye cast it's spell
Little did I know it would end in farewell

That Sunday of April was more than a joke
I'd like to tell the maker instead to choke
Before you asked me and those chains broke
Little did I know it'd be the last time we spoke

No matter the year the time or the place
I'll never forget your eyes or your face
Many a man have left not even a trace
But none can ever take memory and erase

It wasn't a week, season, month, or a day
Nothing more than a lesson from dear today
An adventure from here to the milky way
Maybe one day we'll pass at repay

Comments

Rathi said…
Beautiful as always.... :-) I loved the way you started this poem.... That Wednesday of September... amazing
June 7, 2010 at 7:42 AM
Anonymous said…
This is by far my favorite,
I love it
June 7, 2010 at 1:42 PM
SharoninWonderland said…
Shay, yes indeed. I heard a quote once, "It takes only a minute to say hello, but forever to say goodbye."

Thank you Shay, Ratz, and Keisha! It's not quite my favorite...but I love the last line.

This is a reflection on the three major relationships I've had in my life and how they failed.
June 7, 2010 at 5:18 PM
Jenny said…
I love it...truly
June 14, 2010 at 7:42 PM
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