Poetry: A Thousand Times
We met up
in the hallway
my fear
landed on your lips.
Trembling in thoughts
shifting from your
eyes that told me
we were done.
Molasses words
suffocated young
tongues those hands
so soft, so warm
so distant.
In this scene
this final act
your scent erased
any thoughts
before.
A Half-hearted smile
as leaves scattered
so many opposites to
the carnation
in your hair.
And in those tail lights
those bloody globes
a thousand times
over
regret would never
replace the loss.
there’s something about scent that lingers and conjures up a specific memory – I asked him for his t-shirt once – to leave it when he was leaving so I could have him a little longer and he packed all his unwashed clothes and threw them in the bonfire but I remember how he smells when I look at my pillow – and that’s all I have to say about scents – I am sure you still remember her scent the same way too.
Yes indeed. Scent of my last ex I hated her perfume, loathed it. But if the scent is right the feelings created can be incredibly powerful. And that guy is a bastard for that. That’s just meanš
Well it hurts when you place a lot of hope on some one and they don’t hold on to the dream long enough for you to get to where your plans lay. Scent plays a huge role with me – I am melancholy like that, certain music or smells can make me – well not happy.
Wow, no words, just so beautiful
My appreciation for your kindness
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Really beautiful!
Lost love alas, while painful, makes for beautiful pain doesn’t it?
I’ve never really experienced lost love in that context, but I would imagine it to be a beautiful kind of pain.
She was a darling of a girl, I was just not ready for that, unfortunately.
This is really good, Rob! Love it. Ugh, sorry for the heart break though! Some things just never heal. š
I’m well over it lol
Haha don’t tell me that! The romantic in me is blocking my ears lol.
What a bittersweet walk down memory lane. Aren’t you glad you kept your older writing? I have most of mine, but not everything. It’s really lovely, Rob.
Thanks, it is so bittersweet. I wish she didn’t get away. But such is life
Aw! Well don’t let the next one get away!
Beautifully tender and melancholy
Thanks so much, it was a heartbreaker that day. Very few times in my life I have felt that heartbroken over a girl, sniff!
Those are the loves that we learn the most about ourselves and about love. Maybe not immediately, but the pieces usually click together some day.
This is so nostalgically beautiful. But seriously, I always have men asking me what perfume I use. Happens in the lift. Lol.
Mmm, bet it smells divine!
Lol. It smells divine enough that they want to carry the conversation forward. Lol. No way!
I bet!