The Girl

I've been keenly aware of my single status lately.

In the shadow formed by the absence

of you, I sit sifting cold sand;

fine grains streaming, then drifting

finally dribbling through tired fingers.

Watching the grains fall I don't

have to think of the shadow

but can dream of a warm sun

and a girl to share it with.

In my dreams, faded in an old mind

colored by a young heart

mourned by a soul that is torn,

I try to focus you, know you, remember you.

Watching the scenes change,

the costumes come and fall,

the author sweats and rolls,

moaning, for the girl.

In the day's new light,

the sun is warm and welcome,

Still, less and less its rays

replace what's missing.

Closing my eyes, feeling the warm

redness through my eyelids I wonder;

what happens when the sun doesn't work,

 and there is still no girl?

Reviews

[Mia]

I just read your piece "That’s who I am" and let me tell you, you are most definitely a writer and I understand what you were saying. This is a wonderful poem and I enjoyed it from start to finish!

[Mark]

From one writer to another, thank you Mia :)

[Stanley Wilson]

brilliant work!!!

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I think this is one of your best, Mark! This is full of imagery that so clearly takes the reader to where you are. Love the use of shadow and sunlight.

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"In my dreams, faded in an old mind
colored by a young heart
mourned by a soul that is torn," That is sooooo beautiful and easily relatable

"I wonder what happens when the sun doesn't work;
and there is still no girl."

Such a well done ending, with you still going on without her.

[Mark]

Thanks Claire, praise from one so talented really means a lot to me. :)

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

You are very kind, and you are very welcome. I enjoyed it. :)

[caesarkreshen]

THE GIRL is always leaving. She wouldn't be THE GIRL if she stayed.

[Mark]

yep, you got it :)