The Ramblings of a Tired Poet Who is Ready to Finally Move On

Free verse that pretty much goes with that title

To you I must say good job.

Everything you did to help me move on.

If you had been nice

Or treated me right,

It all would have been so hard.

But somehow you helped me

With my image of you so marred.

Do you remember everything we had?

How we could laugh at anything the other said?

The simple glances that we would always get?

It was so short lived from the start.

But somehow it never completely fell apart.

A year from now and a couple weeks.

That’s when I think it would have been over for me.

A ring on a finger

And no more to your telephone.

You wonder why I’m just letting you go.

I might write out the letter.

I might just leave it with this.

A poem written for myself that I’ll seal with a secret kiss.

I don’t care if it’s beautiful.

I don’t care if it’s written right.

I’m saying what I need,

And the future might one day be bright.

This is goodbye if it ever is said.

Anything between us is buried, it’s dead.

I’ve got so much to offer

I have got so much to give 

To someone, to anyone

Anyone but you.

To you i must say thank you.

Everything you’ve done, you have handled just right.

If we had just walked

And then we’d have talked,

It all would have been so hard.

But somehow you helped me

With your image that you so marred.

Author's Note

Not great by any stretch of the imagination, but y'know whatever.
Tell me what ya think.

Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

It's one of those pieces where the writing and topic goes past the structure and flow. It's written for good reason not to be correct. Something a lot of people can relate to at some point in their life, thanking the little moves which made everything much easier in some harsh way.

[jumbie's #1 fan]

oooh i love this one. i can relate so much. you are a great writer.

[lindsay]

Well I think your author's not is not needed. This is good. I think it's very good. While the theme of "letting go" is probably most commonly used by writers, you did not have me drifting off for a second. Each line that I read I felt like I you were right there with me just letting out your true feelings and who cares who is listening. My stanza was this one

"A year from now and a couple weeks.
That’s when I think it would have been over for me.
A ring on a finger
And no more to your telephone.
You wonder why I’m just letting you go."

It felt so realistic, like you could be actually talking to said person and as you say the last line you turn around and walk out the door. I like this poem very much. Great job!

[J.P. Bristow]

ouch.....it stings a little...but a very honest work.