Parting NoteA Poem by David Lewis PagetThere’s
a blank sheet of paper before me, It’s
as blank as our lives have become, But
nothing’s been said, though the passion is dead, We
still make believe we are one. And
the days seem to drift on forever In
this mist that I call ‘No Man’s Land,’ Whatever
I say, you’ll be looking away And
you never reach out for my hand. We
eat all our meals in a silence And
pretend we enjoy it that way, I
reach for the newspaper, you for a book So
our eyes never meet in dismay. Where
there once was a ripple of laughter As
your foot rubbed inside of my leg, Your
lips are now pursed in a silence that’s cursed And
I feel that you want me to beg. We
shop, as if we are together, And
we smile when we see our old friends, But
friendship is rare, as our friends couldn’t bear To
watch as this partnership ends. They
can sense all that distance between us, And
note that our smiles are grim, We
never accept invitations, Unless
they’re for ‘her’ or for ‘him’. Now
you’re suddenly working long hours At
the bookshop, when you feel disposed, Though
I’ve wandered at night in the market, And
noticed, the bookshop is closed. Then
you wander back in about midnight, And
go on straight up to your room, You’re
taking your showers at the strangest of hours While
I sit downstairs in the gloom. So
now that I’ve put it on paper, I
shall leave this brief note by your bed, It
might shine a light on our silences, The
issues that should have been said. I
know you’ll be happier once I’ve gone So
I’m catching the midnight train, I
want you to know that I loved you once, But
that love has now turned, to pain! David
Lewis Paget © 2013 David Lewis PagetReviews
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