It would be best on this gray dawn
for us both, myself the most,
if you’d just consider me all but gone.
I don’t mean away, more like a ghost.
Another poem for you I cannot start,
see how these rhymes are awkward and poor?
And the words you’d always take to heart,
well, they just don’t come anymore.
I’ve nothing in me to give you, grand or small,
the reason for which might simply be,
not because I no longer love you at all,
but I never could find a way to love me.
This is what I see in so many tomorrows,
framed in this broken heart and bowed head.
I’ll never take my own, drowning in a well of sorrows,
so I guess I’ll take leave from your life, instead.

4 thoughts on “Interlude

  1. This is so sad – and on such a beautiful fall day, with blue sky and sun on my back, I say “Yes, there are times when I feel this way, felt this way, will feel this way again, maybe.” But on this day, I can only wish for golden threads to mend broken hearts.

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