Every Morning And Every Night

Remembering the past and not afraid of letting go.

Every Morning And Every Night
by
Jeffrey Gershom

I walk through the city and
hear voices, some young…some old.
They laugh…they argue…they cry,
every morning and every night.
 
I walk through the city and
see people going to and fro.
They hurry…they turn…they stop,
every morning and every night.

I walk through the city and
concentrate to what I care about.
I breathe smooth…I breathe soft…I breathe quietly,
every morning and every night.

I walk through the city and
place one foot in front of the other.
I try to pace my life like my walk,
every morning and every night.

I walk through the city and
remember being happy and laughing.
Memories that slowly fade, day by day,
every morning and every night.

I walk through the city and
see your face and places we were at.
The pain still strong and resonant,
every morning and every night.

I walk through the city and
tell myself it was just a bad dream.
Your eyes fading as I say goodbye,
every morning and every night.

I walk through the city and
dream of a new beginning…new start.
To smile again and never look back,
every morning and every night.

Reviews

[brigid]

this is a beautiful poem about about a lover who had gone...love the meter of the poem with the repeat of "every morning and every night" ..it expresses the emotions strongly yet gently...with resolve at the end of a new hope and dream of starting again. very poignant....thank you

[Jeffrey Gershom]

Thank you, brigid, for your kind words. This was the feelings I had as I walked to work everyday. Though my ex had abandoned the family two years prior, I passed places that reminded me of her. The one thing I had a hard time coping with, is that I'd known her for 30 years...maybe that's not enough time to actually know anyone. Sad...

[brigid]

very sad as it also is a loss of friendship as well as that of wife, lover & the intimacy that had grown between you both.

[Jeffrey Gershom]

Such an event in one's life can have earth-shaking repercussions, and for me, it was. But, I survived. Many times I think that I'll never let myself be exposed to such loving emotions, but I can't do that. I'm too gullible...to love and to be loved is a large part of my eternal being. Who knows what the future will have in store. Right now, I using all my experiences, good and bad, to help me in my writing. I primarily write fiction, I love to write poetry, too. It's amazing how cathartic writing can be.

[brigid]

sounds like it was a very big event for you jeffrey...but good to hear you are surviving and one day you may fully live and love again....our eternal being desires and deserves to be truly loved again...and yes, writing is so amazingly cathartic for us both...

[Jeffrey Gershom]

Maybe I'm hearing a Siren's Song, though not to hurt me, but to guide me, to the lands of my ancestors. Then, it could be that is where my true love patiently waits for me. With all that has recently happened in my life, maybe this is the awakening I needed for the hope to live through life's challenges. Thank you, brigid, for being such an awesome sounding-board to my inner being. I wish you many, many blessings!

[brigid]

ah yes the seductive siren's song...listen well for who knows what she sings of for you...awakening..hope..purpose..joy...love ????
glad i could be of service to you as a sounding board for your inner being. these encounters are so purposeful..even if we dont know exactly what they are for at the time!!!! lol...appreciate the many blessings.....:)

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid one...Thank you for sharing.............:)