all to what was (a modern day’s tale)

 

the rain,  cold and heavy

soaked the hair and ran down my face.

as i walk i tug at my collar,

pulling it tighter around my neck.

a cold rain can numb a soul –

slight pause at the cross walk

i watch the colour glow of the crossing light in the grey mist surrounds

as i continue my walk past the store front windows

the coffee shoppes aroma drifts by,

the place where it all began

now finds ends the chapter,  the closing of the story.

ah! the rain,  cold and heavy

soaked the hair and ran down my face.

if there was a tear in there somewhere,

no one would have noticed it  anyway.

a looming divorce of an us,   also cold and heavy –

when we said i do,  i never imagined that one day we wouldn’t

a tale of  an unhappy coexistence,

all in a prison of unfulfilled feelings

all on a teeter totter of a day to day relationship

all built on broken dreams that once carried hope.

the rain,  cold and heavy

soaked the hair and ran down my face.

if there was a tear in there somewhere,

no one would have noticed it anyway.

the cobblestone walk gathered puddles as the lamplight shone,

turning the key and opening the wooden front door –

to what was a home –  is now an empty shell

i toss the keys onto the entry table –

a childs laugh – i wait for

a welcoming hug to wipe away the days work –  i long for

a sense of family,  i can only remember of what was.

compassion, love and the need of being needed

all wiped away by the deafening silence

the deafening silence of the emptiness

oh! did i not say that i loved you enough?

didn’t i tell you that i needed you wholly?

never did i imagine that it would come down to breaking our own hearts,

all to move on and mend them back to where pain didn’t live so rampant –

hallway walls of a faded beige,

a family room reserved just for one.

pictures of an old and faded memory,

now! a memory to be visited of an every now and again remembrance.

a looming divorce of an us,  also cold and heavy –

when we said i do,  i never imagined that one day we wouldn’t

and a tale of  an unhappy coexistence

all in a prison of unfulfilled feelings

all on a teeter totter of a day to day relationship

all built on broken dreams that once carried hope!

we all must move on

we all just move on

in the morning’s dawn

i wake

a new day is upon us all

even if i find my self without you,

im with the world and the world awaits me

to conquer,  there i will be

in a dream that whispers in my ear

as i watch the colour glow of the crossing light in the grey mist

i continue my walk past the store front windows

the coffee shoppe aroma drifts by

the place where it all began,  now ends the chapter

the rain,  cold and heavy

soaked the hair and ran down my face

as i walk i tug at my collar,

pulling it tighter around my neck.

a cold rain can numb a soul

 

 

c. 2014 bgw

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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2 Responses to all to what was (a modern day’s tale)

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