The Final Fall

 

She called them the sad days

The wasted days

Hated days

Moving on days

 

He called them the hard days

The bad days

Sad days

Moving on days

 

She blamed him

Bloody men

Mental torture

Good riddance

 

He blamed her

Bloody women

No respect

Goodbye

 

She wanted love

Commitment

Wanted him

Needed him

 

He needed love

Needed space

Needed time

Wanted her

 

She couldn’t move on

Wouldn’t move on

Hated time

Hated him

 

He drank the bar

Numbed the pain

Saw the train

No need to explain

 

She took the call

Final fall

Found the pills

Ended it all.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a sad statement of the state of some relationships...the only way out taken in the end---

Ted pushed Sylvia in a similar fashion...she couldn't live with him, and seemingly also not without him...but then his next wife did same...

reflections in this poem of how hearts can only find one way to move on. Quit beating.

[Paul Bell]

So true Jacob. Love is bad enough, intensive love, that goes straight up to a higher level.
This one was an explosion waiting to happen. Sadly it did.