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Your words

Your words

Your mouth

Your voice

All meld into one

Your words say

It’s not you

It’s me

But your mouth

Your eyes say

You have had enough

And you have found someone else

You expect me to turn up the collar

On my coat

Hide my face

Turn around

And walk away

 

But our lives are not a running film

Caught in a wild wet dark night

Me soaked to the skin with defeat

Instead I am stock still

In the glare of headlights

Frozen in freeze frame

All my feelings numb

No warm skin to touch

No legs entwined

My heart thumping in my chest

And my breathing soft and shallow

Becomes a series of sighs

Trying to choke back what you said

And my mind shouting NO NO NO

 

But nights melt into days

And days into weeks

Then I can look at you once more

Tell myself it doesn’t matter

And the old coat torn and tattered

That was us

Has been discarded

Thrown away

And today

Today is a brand new day

And your words are

No longer too much

My body

My mind

No longer sore to the touch

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Martin Elder

Fri 5th Aug 2016 23:03

Thanks for your comments guys, much appreciated. It is based on something that happened a long long time ago with a bit of artistic licence thrown in.
cheers

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Stu Buck

Tue 2nd Aug 2016 00:34

this is beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. quite wonderful. i doubt i could find a more accurate portrayal of separation if i tried.

But our lives are not a running film

Caught in a wild wet dark night

Me soaked to the skin with defeat

this is where the poem takes off and the music swells. just excellent. i am so jealous of you for writing this. i cannot praise it enough.

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