The Leaving
The Leaving
Walking away, stopping,
And turning back,
looking...
His eyes cloud with tears
His breath catches in his throat
The last look, before the leaving...
Goodbye sweet home... and my lover, my life.
I'm hoping... no praying, let me come back!
After life's wars and the work, let me come back!
No one sees his pain
Yet everyone knows the leavings
That one last look, before you go.
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Very sad, the title is perfect, those feelings you get when you're leaving-it hurts so much, you've let that come across in your poem, it's full of emotion charly :) ♥
Oh yes...
Thanks, Jewel. It seems like we are alway coming and going in this life. Going to a new place or an old place is, of course, an adventure and a risk. charly
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It just depends on how you look at it-you're welcome charly :D ♥