she never can fade away

it’s ninety-five degrees on a september afternoon –

and so the autumn fall was put on hold.

the rain, did it fall.

and yet the rain itself would never remember –

that it was me,  engulfed in its flood;

leaving me cold and exposed,

ribs turn to gills,  her whisper sips across my ear

and gives me chills;

remembering once again

everything that was

and to all that refuses to be abandoned.

so when music became motionless

and words we once shared are deafening and foreign,

we find that a sunrise hides,

and yet still shines behind a cloak of grey.

where everyone was, i was left on the ground;

out of all the people huddled around,

none could see the crumbling of a broken soul.

ribs turn to gills,  her whisper sips across my ear

and gives me chills;

remembering once again

everything that all was,

and to all that refuses to be abandoned –

she still remains in all that refuses to be abandoned.

 

c.2015  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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4 Responses to she never can fade away

  1. This really resonated with me quite deeply.. Your words sure have power behind them.
    Thanks for the experience of reading this!

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