The Professor~If Only

I awoke to another cold, February morning…

      As I looked out the frosted glass of my bedroom

    window at the grey, mist filled sky I found my myself   

      reflecting on the days I spent with the professor

 

He declared his love…

       Bequeathed his heart, bestowed his kindness,

    his generosity, his benevolence…

       so alien to my battered heart

 

He is now in Costa Rica…

         with his new wife in their beautiful new condo

His landscapes now are warm, golden sands, painted             

    azure skies and deep blue, cerulean waters

 

I leave the warm comfort of my bed…

     Like I left the warm comfort of his kindness and benevolence

     I reluctantly slide my cold feet into my bedroom slippers

Stepping gingerly onto my chilly, bedroom floor

  

 " While we stop to think, we often miss our opportunity"

All poems written and copyrighted by LadeeAnne~Anne P Murray

A "Pas De Duex" of Rhythm and Visions

Reviews

[dora]

Reading your poem made me sad, there are people who come into our lives and leave a mark so strong that we cannot forget about them.

[WindSong]

Beautifully composed, but very sad!