Turn Back

Turn Back

A Poem by James Tincher
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Love poem

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I’m standing with nothing

else to live for, everything

I’ve ever had is now

measured by a number in

distance rather than heart

beats.  This I feel as I

watch you walk away.

 

The discovery of you, this

journey, this adventure in

love has kept my place here

full of reason.  To be

encompassed with everything

about who you are has always

been the essence of my soul.

 

Now just memories, remembrance

of what was real and fantasy. 

Tears shower me, but can not

clean my pain.  No mother’s

kiss can cover what has

been hurt.

 

Don’t be a ghost to this, to

me.  It’s as if Death himself

has taken you from me, only to

let you go like a dove to the

wind, torment is his intention.

What evil have I done for this?

 

He points his prehistoric boney

finger to me, turns his cape

covered head to you and then

back to me, with a skeletons smile,

with his demonic crackled voice I

can hear him say “you were never

there”.      

 

Not this way… Do not let it be

this way.  I have put this space

between us.  Let me fill it again,

once more let me fill it again

with love that will last beyond

the age of death.

 

Turn back and look at me

one more time.  Let me see

if there is still love within

you for me.  Don’t leave me

standing with my heart in my

grasp ready to through it in

the ocean for it to sink beyond

the depths of unwanted and

forgotten love.

 

© 2013 James Tincher


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Well done. Breakups are never pleasant, and often, you never see it coming.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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James Tincher
James Tincher

Jeffersonville, IN



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