I knew it was over
My sad scream told me so
As I listened at night
The train took her away
It's not that we argued
We parted, it made sense
She hated the country
It was her that was fenced
The sweet silence of night
With kiss of the bright moon
And with thousands of stars
Paled in her mind too soon
She missed the mad night life
The bars, clothes shops and shows
T'was beauty and the beast
What strange romance was ours
"It's just a break she said
An owl hooted goodbye
I hoped it was not true
There were tears in my eyes
I lay abed dreaming
But was screaming with pain
I was counting my loss
Hoping, hoping in vain
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Aww such a defeat for the anguished lover. Nice write Robin
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Love this bitter-sweet note all over....
ReplyDelete"Endings" always usher in "beginnings". And I know it did for you.
ReplyDeleteThere are some things that just can't be reconciled, no matter how great the love.
ReplyDeleteOh I know that feeling....but it was her loss......"it was her that was fenced."
ReplyDeleteSuch acute sadness! Yet the opportunity of starting over, and better, is always comforting.
ReplyDeleteReminds of that song :..."breaking up is so hard to do....."
ReplyDeleteYou've spun a tale for the scream to resonate. I think this is the saddest poem I've red by you.
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Deletepowerful emotions ...well worded
ReplyDeleteI like the fact that 'it was her that was fenced in.' There is nothing worse than a silent scream of anguish.
ReplyDeleteSad poem. We all seem to have these "lost loves" in our lives. the train took her away....so sad
ReplyDeleteBut was screaming with pain
ReplyDeleteI was counting my loss
Hoping, hoping in vain
It happens at odd times. One cannot be sure these days!
Hank
it was her that was fenced... that's a hard one to overcome, even for love!
ReplyDeleteAll through your poem, Robin, I could hear the scream of an old-fashioned steam train, a soundtrack to your sad story.
ReplyDeleteSuch anguish in this poem of pain and love and loss, hoping against hope. I could imagine at the end the poor soul lying alone in bef writhing in pain
ReplyDeleteSuch sadness in this....and a lot of times in relationships.
ReplyDeleteA sad ending to a sad tale, but understandable, because not everyone is cut out for country living.
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