the girl in the sidewalk
It was a stormy rainy night
And in the sidewalks of the sleeping city stood a young girl with a suitcase
She was drenched to her bones, her umbrella blown away and out of sight
Shivering she stood tall and erect, in her eyes a binding faith, of fear not even a trace
She was waiting for her him
He had told her to stand right where she was standing
He said he’d come and meet her, when the city lights were dim
And then together they would run away to their own world, a mutual understanding
So she waited, remembering their brief past to pass time
How their eyes had met and suddenly the world seemed to stop
How suddenly it all made sense, their togetherness, a divine crime
How he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the universe, like he’d said that day in the grocery shop
As the rain heavily poured, she didn’t feel even a little cold
His memory, his voice, his words, his promise kept her warm
She didn’t want to marry the officer’s son, she didn’t want the money, and he was her gold
It didn’t matter that he was still struggling to find a place in the world; she didn’t care about the norm
But the clock was ticking away
And he was nowhere near
Each hour brought her cruelly close to the day
The day where they were suppose to start their new life, the day she could see in her mind, so clear
The rain stopped bringing in her young heart a dread, so heavy so crushing
And as the first rays of the sun began spreading she burned
He wasn’t coming, they would never run away and their new life would never start, it all came rushing
Trust was beautiful, but its failure was killing, she learned
As she walked back the young girl in her slowly died and she became a woman
She reached home; she told her father she would marry the officer’s son
And soon she did, she had a home, two children and a man
She was rich, in all the worldly riches, her place in society replaceable by none
She left her knowledge to love on that sidewalk
She served her family, she brought up her daughters
When she thought of him, she imagined him in his new life his new family, her heart now a rock
She never cried , her pain locked , the key hidden in untouched waters
Forty years later, to the day she stopped by a wasted land, her car had broken down
It would take some time to repair, they told her, she was impatient, and she didn’t like to wait
She walked around thinking of nothing, on her face a perpetual frown
Not realizing how each step brought her closer to the truth of the lie she had believed, lending her so much hate
She reached a lonely grave amidst the entire wilderness
Without thinking she bent her old body to read it, and she read his name, the first time in so many years
The date read three days from forty years ago; he died in war the stone told her, in all its earnestness
She froze, as the truth of the longest night in her life dawned on her, the walls she had built slowly crumbled away
Her soldiers love embraced her all over again , consuming her , and after forty years , in her tired eyes , this old woman had tears
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oh :(
..What a sad story :(
Freya
“I act on my instincts and notice the signs and symbols in my life.”
i know :(
its a sad story .... but sometime i feel that the whole romance of a story is how it never really reached its true destination .....
Well
Do you categorize that as romance? I believe, thats more like an broken heart and wasted life, by dreamin of what was never reachable... Romance would have been: He had returned to her, and they had their whole life ahead of them..... Instead she has now spend her life thinking of what could have been... oh sad :( ...
“I act on my instincts and notice the signs and symbols in my life.”
Very Sad
Had me hooked from the start, such a sad story.
Good write,
Dave
thanks :)
sad it is :(.... but there cld have been no happy ending ..
But..
if she would have known that, she could have learned to accept it ...Maybe? :)
“I act on my instincts and notice the signs and symbols in my life.”
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the thing is either way ..... she could have never been with him .... acceptance is so hard when theres somuch anticipation .... and somehow.... this story .... how she stood all night long ....... waiting for him ..... if she had known maybe she d never have married and brought up a family ...... but she never really found mental peace ...so i guess depends on what u proritise ...say what ?
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Well, When you see it from the fact, that she chose to have a family, then I agree.
But still, you use the frase " mental peace", I couldn´t emagine living all those years with no knowledge about what happend and no reason to why he didn´t show up.
But that depends on the person, If it was "the real thing, I wouldn´t have reacted with marrying another. But thats just me :) I want they real thing, true love. If I can´t find that, all rather have nothing.
“I act on my instincts and notice the signs and symbols in my life.”
hmmm...
you know what ... thats exactly what i believe in too ... i mean ... id rather be alone then alone with the wrong person ... that scares me somuch ....the girl in this poem ... i think she married the other man out of sheer anger .... she had pinned up all her hopes on him ..her whole future ....left her family behind..... and then he doesnt show up .... she was broken hearted ... :( .... thats not the way id have reacted either but thats the greatest thing abt poetry ... how it allows u to think like someone else...:)
Hm
Help. This is a tale of reflection. I think it is very sad but beautifully expressed . Thankyou
Thank you !
tale of reflection ?? i am glad you liked it :)