The man you left behind

Poetry

I am not the man that you left behind.
That you left to cold rooms and empty cupboards.

I am not the one who sent you on your way.
You left of your own volition,

The alcohol,
Pulling upon your strings much stronger than I ever could.

I remember crouching upon the floor
Weeping for you,
Weeping for us.

But Knowing,
That little voice inside my head saying,
"All will be OK, all is well."

I reeled in self pity,
I reeled in dreams and thoughts of playing in traffic...

I crumbled neath the weight of it all...

But I rose, like a flower in spring,
refreshed, renewed, stronger than the year before.

I healed and forgot, somewhat...
No,

I am not the man you left behind.
I am the man that you never should have had.

I am the man with a heart that could have been yours forever,
That would have died for you.

But now,
You are just a wisp of a memory,
The fleeting stench of odor.

I am not the man that you left behind,
A life full of blessings has blown in,
And cleared the memory, the pain of,
You.

Farewell and blessings,
May you find your healing,

May you find your sobriety,
May you find your serenity,

It did not lie with me,
And never will,

Farewell to one I once loved
But nevermore.

Farewell
 

Reviews

[Adela Muresan]

,,But now,
You are just a wisp of a memory,
The fleeting stench of odor.,,

It's shreading to realize how many loves, become reduced to simple memories.

,,Farewell to one I once loved
But nevermore,,

Can real love, just � stop ? That's hard to believe, but who am I to deny it's true since you claim it happened. ( in case you speak from personal experience )

Cheers x 100 !

A.M.

[Shelly Wiseberg]

Deeply emotional and heartfelt write, the pain, sorrow and loss now a wisp of a memory. I felt this one, Shelly

[Janice Ann]

Humm, I have had too many people in my life that fought this addiction and I know the anger it brings into your heart, because it seems your the sober one, is the one fighting...and there comes a time when you have to give that fight to the someone you've been fighting for.

This is a perfect piece because not only does it show the sadness of that addiction but the hurt, anger and eventually peace and happiness. I loved this! Thanks for sharing!
Janice Ann