The light was dimming
Sun sank over horizon
Moon's sad face now seen
The air was cooling
After a sweltering day
Felt strange without you
I gazed at the gate
Willing you to come back home
While sun's last rays died
I checked the iPhone
To scroll through the messages
No missed calls or text
Forward to nothing
Hateful taste of loneliness
Just where have you gone?
My boot's toe kicks grass
I see dust on horizon
And glint of car's lights
Hope you forgive me
We'll talk about it in bed
It is warmer there
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Sigh.. I can relate to the feeling of longing and remorse. Sometimes it's best to talk it out and let emotions flow 💖
ReplyDeleteThe earning of someone and the feeling of loneliness................too much pain
ReplyDeletebeautiful close to that scene...
ReplyDeleteI love the last verse..you nailed it!
ReplyDeleteIt is a lonely feeling indeed when no one has called or texted. Loneliness is difficult to bear.
ReplyDeletePillow talk is a good way to go...
ReplyDeleteExcellent use of the words and one of your best poems to date. Enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteNice use of given words Robin. You nailed it
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard today
Much💞love
I think all can be solved in bed.
ReplyDeleteYou really captured that feeling of loneliness...and the hope of reconciliation.
ReplyDeleteSuch relief when the headlights turn down the lane, and the person is returning to talk about it. Yay!
ReplyDeleteLove the ending...sometimes we get lost in our fears and then they are thwarted and love returns!
ReplyDeleteYou captured those moments perfectly Robin and the close, yes a warm bed is an ideal place to kiss and make up.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
The speaker will talk about it in bed, IF the one he is waiting for ever arrives! :)
ReplyDeletehappy endings are the best :)
ReplyDeleteThat's going to be some chat. I guess the warmth of bed is more for the poet's comfort. Love the voice here.
ReplyDeleteI agree w/ Rallentanda.
ReplyDeleteZQ
I agree with Rall too. :)
ReplyDeleteThe gate symbolizes so much, like a threshold between worlds.
ReplyDeleteThat anxiety of being left, lonely and unforgiving comes through so well in your poem. I love the hopeful ending.
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ReplyDeletemuch love...
such loneliness in silent waiting, yearning..You've expressed it so well in this poem.
ReplyDeleteHope you forgive me
ReplyDeleteWe'll talk about it in bed
It is warmer there
That will be nice, good strategy!
Hank