Walking Away...
By Taunting The Reaper
I saw her walking away that day.
It was just the way a storm leaves
you,
but finds you missing the rain.
Her hair fell on one shoulder
and I could see
she still wore that sapphire necklace
I once
bought her
to match the endless sky
I used to love watching
in her eyes.
I remember she once gave me
the kind
of words that left me
drunk, and teary eyed.
A jazzy buzz would
grab my heart,
and there was dancing…
and there were marching
bands…
with smooth percussion and steady beats
that would
beat,
beat,
beat,
in the lushest shades of the crimson tides
flooding through my heart.
Those thoughts were yesterday’s
song,
and I can still sing it,
but it doesn’t sound the same.
I can still hear that marching band
but it’s so far away it sounds
more like
the dust that blows around in my empty chest.
And
I’m not dancing anymore…
because my knees keep buckling under
her name.
Now all I have are the tattered chapters
of a
book I used to write my grandest dreams in.
It’s pages are old and
worn,
and some of these pages keep falling out,
but I can’t
seem to throw this book away.
The truth is that I keep wanting to
read the very last chapter.
Though, I now understand that I’ll
never write it.
Comments on "Walking Away..."
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A former member wrote:
agreed with the others who commented. beautiful yet heart breaking. ~ elixir.
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On Thursday, January 17, 2008, Kaleidoscope_Heart
(111) wrote:
Pure emotion always permeates in your work. This is stunning, and again so heartbreaking. The words are smooth. Its like you paint the face of her with your words.
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A former member wrote:
i like this..very captivating