What had drawn them together was gone
The love he had for her began to unravel
He was now seeing her in a different light
His rational eye caused a separated vision.
What he once saw as being beautiful, she
turned a blind eye - to her, it never existed
He felt so strongly at one point, he would
have laid his life and soul on the line.
She told him that being in her life was
dragging her down; she closed love's
door; he began to cry - had been down
that painful and unforgiving road before.
His memories of her were now being
washed away by his tears - each drop
carried with it a special feeling; now
left scars as they ran down his face.
He asked her, "Why leave me standing
here?" "You'll never know how many
ways I've tried to tell you I love you;"
All she could say was to get lost.
"Why?" he asked, "Did I do something
to hurt you?" She coldly responded,
"You accused me of something I didn't
do, and then covered it up with a lie!"
"All I did was to tell you there was no
point in continuing this relationship if
you didn't care;" And then we starting
talking again - thought everything was okay?"
"But with long periods of time passing by
and no communications - maybe you had
found another man;" "However, my love
was too great, didn't want to lose you."
To his pleading, all she did was turn a
deaf ear; still toyed with his emotions
To her it was just a game she'd continue
to play while waiting for the other 'man'.
With all that she did, he was still in love
Wanted to spend the rest of his life with
her - went and bought a diamond ring
Was going to propose; drove non-stop.
He never made it; she wondered why
the phone no longer rang; asked a friend
"Oh didn't you hear, he died in an accident;"
She started to cry - sat cold and motionless.
"He was on his way to ask for your hand
in marriage;" then she really lost it - became
a recluse; was never seen again; now love
lay bleeding in her hands . . .
'2008' RLS
Beautifully written,sad poem...
Love,
Eileen
The seperated vision of a unsupportive lover in a relationship can bring many bad visions indeed!!
Have a wonderful "writing week" poet....I like your new "style"!!
Love Tinka
Great story, Robert!!!
Sandie Angel :o(