It's Over

The finality of relationship used to be less concrete before technology.

We were entwined once, heart to heart,

candy apple blood pumped through yours and mine.

Then love was ripped from us, torn out,

and the pain was just so; just that bright.

I"m healed now, the ache only remembers in soft clouds.

I am it's myth of another time.

It remembers blurred mosaics of us, of places we shared.

Slowly, even they are becoming lost in the fog of time's dance.

And now I sit on carved square steps

holding this you in my hands.

 My fingers do not tremble as

I look at your picture on the little screen.

Deliberately, slowly, they target

the spot of the screen I must hit,

I must touch, and then let go.

I smile sadly, hopefully, as I delete you from my phone.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Justine]

I can relate to everything written here. Beautifully written, with thoughtful words to convey the emotion of the time. I believe that love only dies when we make it die. To purge every memento, every connection, every word exchanged, is like a burial. Memories are archived in the dungeons of the heart, sometimes covered with the dust-sheets of a new love's words, opinions and views, to further decay the presence of anything that remains. I know I grieved in quiet moments. I still do sometimes. JJ

[Mark]

A woman's heart is a little different I think. A very poetic review, enjoyed reading it :)

[paddy d daly]

in times past we tore up photographs or burned love letters now we delete with the touch of
a button, I guess it all boils down to the same thing, letting go,
I am with you though, really related to this, beautiful work mark.

[Mark]

Yes it does my friend. Thank you.

[Leslie Philibert]

What I like is the mix of almost Elisabethian imagery, then the modern/techno picture at the end.So a poem that spans many years, a good write

[Mark]

Very astute of you Leslie. I hadn't started out meshing old ways with new it was subconscious but then I realized it added a little to use an old style and a modern practice.

[Brittany Zedalis]

This is very beautiful. Letting go is a hard thing. But it must be done in order to end up happy.

[Mark]

Thank you for the review and stopping by :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Deliberately, slowly, they target
the spot of the screen I must hit,
I must touch, and then let go.
I smile sadly, hopefully, as I delete you from my phone.

It does seem to be an act of healing these days. Great one, Mark. We seem to be a on similar wave-length these days.

[Mark]

It's always good to find someone on a similar wavelength. Especially when she's an attractive woman. :)

[Baby Ricochet]

I've stared at the save/delete Icon a few times myself. Great poem. It had a weight to it.

[Mark]

Thanks for reading Mark.

[Frieda P]

Heavy sigh...we've all been here it seems, love that second stanza Mark, and interesting song choice....;-)

[Mark]

I had to.... it just fits. thanks hon :)

[redflutterby]

Oh Mark...this aches!! Sigh....yes it is different today. All the remnants of your love floating around in technological orbit. Back in the day we had love letters and cards that were tucked away in some box on a shelf. Nothing was there staring you in the face waiting for a delete button. This is a magnificint write friend. (Did you mean to put the word once twice in the first line?) ;-)

[Mark]

I"m so glad you liked it, and despite my triple edit... I still missed one LOL thank you for pointing it out to me!

[redflutterby]

Youre welcome...lately ive been missing things on editing as well. Putting this poem in my favorites. ;-)