Thursday 16 August 2018

What shall I do?


I think that I shall never see
The one I loved who set me free
And took a path away from me

Left me to cope as best I could
Like a stranger in a wild wood
Sadly now all alone I stood

Lost now in a bed meant for two
Lovers no more to bill and coo
Then wake alone, what shall I do?

I think that I shall never see
My dearest love who set me free
To take that path away from me

Image found at https://citydesert.wordpress.com/2014/07/05/anything-but-time-alone/


16 comments:

  1. But I believe you will meet again, my friend. This poem is beautiful, poignant, and I so know the feeling! That parting was the turning point in our lives.

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  2. Oh this is just lovely for the heart's longing, in yearning and sadness, and I like the use of the rhyming and repetition, it adds a rich element to this, it resonates in the reading and on the tongue. Well done.

    And you had mentioned on my post how it was one of those "love/hate" affairs, when you read something and think "I wish I had ... " and I will say to you, I can't write in your style; I'm horrid for schemes and forms (pure or not) etc. so, we all play to our strengths, right?

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  3. This is more than just parting. It's a separation of ways with one who had shared intimate moments! It hurts more!

    Hank

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  4. Oh. so sad; and so beautifully written, only slightly varying Kilmer's pattern.

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  5. To journey alone is indeed a difficult part, but the hope of being reunited should always be lit up.

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  6. This is so beautiful, tender and evocative. I believe you will meet again 💖 have faith.

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  7. A sad poem, Robin, but there are other paths to tread, where you will meet others to walk with you.

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  8. Perhaps it is a bit sad, but we can get over it. And we can celebrate we can let another go, if that is what they need. So much to learn, no matter the age, who wants to be with someone who doesn't want to be with us? Someone told me once, we have to let the "other," have their own journey. I have always kept that in mind. Long gone, good riddance. When the heart breaks, it makes room for another.

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  9. Such experiences linger in the memory long after the lover has gone away.

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  10. Alone is never harder than when it is wrung through goodbye.

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  11. the "set me free" kind of puts a different spin on it for me... like it was for the best even though sad.

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  12. Don't know how long your writer became alone but for me I was sooo very happy when she moved far away. Now she's closer but it won't matter anymore. She isn't the little girl that I married and still was when she left. There's a CW song here, you may have heard it, "Thank God and Greyhound She's Gone." I only see her when one of the kids marries, she comes to weddings. Looks have changed a lot and she grew taller. I'm not sure she is the same person :) .
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    1. I must confess most of my writing is fiction or observed over eight decades, but it sounds as though you have more to write about than me...plus I rarely tell the truth!

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  13. As always Robin your poem is poignant and skilfully written......well done!
    Peggy xxx

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  14. Oh, I can relate to this one. The memories it brings up of those I set free, and those who set me free. "Stranger in a wild wood". I feel you could write so much more about this wild wood.

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  15. Nice, bittersweet break-up poem...

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