Drinking Under the Moon

"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Empty as a Breath

You left me alone in the city,
where people flock like crows, clouds of black and smoke.
that voice used to inflect as I came near
a heavy sign of love, my dear.

But because I loved you,
I need not love you now.
I have seen the signs and will take my cue

Words flutter now to the ground like powder.
Empty as a breath.
The feelings that used to hang from there are gone,
sailing downriver like pooh sticks

We gently watch as our white world melts,
each muffled covering of snow slips away.
Exposing all the lies and tricks.

Love is not a happy thing,
It hides the mud while we sweetly cling
coldly numb before our parting rick.

A heart so tenderly is forced to rip

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2 comments on “Empty as a Breath

  1. Aquileana
    January 31, 2015

    Love is not a happy thing,
    It hides the mud while we sweetly cling
    coldly numb before our parting rick.

    Those verses are so powerful. Beautiful poem.
    Best wishes. Aquileana 😀

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