Her best friend
I raised the lantern
To reveal her grieving face
Her eyes say it all
Gently I took her hand
Let her bask in memories
As I held her close
Now she was alone
Was it possible that we
Would still remain friends?
Later as she slept
I recalled all his and my
Infidelities
There are so many ways to be unfaithful to those we say we love...
ReplyDeleteYou really write such beautiful poems. I like the sense of anxiety and longing.
ReplyDeletehis and my
ReplyDeleteInfidelities interesting take in this poem.
Unexpected.
ReplyDeletevery nice!
ReplyDeleteI do love your poetry OldEgg..it's deceptive (in a good way)..unflinching and yet the words so carefully and thoughtfully chosen..so underneath is always tenderness..love and hope..
ReplyDeleteRobin, this was beautiful. The ending, 'as she slept...' I had the feeling they might be together, and I would understand. Sometimes there is great comfort during the mourning period for human touch, even for sex. And if he's sleeping in his own bed, I get that reflective attitude as well.
ReplyDeleteWorks any way you slice it. LOVE your poetry, babe, and thanks for visiting my "studio session"! Amy
I like the complexity in this. I agree with jae all your poems are tender and tinged with sadness.
ReplyDeleteInfidelities are part of the human condition...you write about it with
grace.
you convey so many emotions in this piece, guilt, pathos, regret, hope, love, compassion....truly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is heart-breaking, tender, remorseful, beautiful
ReplyDeleteMy mind keeps turning over possible combinations.
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