Gentle Heart.

Gentle hearts only break at dawn

Drawn covers look upon

The night that promised so much

But in her heart, she knew

Closed door, footsteps searching

Don't lie

He’s gone, just like the others

Gone, never to return

Leaving her alone

Lost in dreams

Thoughts of days gone by

When he kissed her awake

The day started with a smile

Not anymore

Life was now a search

The futile search for the irreplaceable

She would have laughed

But most epitaphs don’t contain laughter

Just cold words weathered by the years

Fading into oblivion

The night that promised so much

But in her heart, she knew

He was never coming back.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The runner, we know they will run in the morning. Nice tale written in the poetry. New world, hard to see real faces and people. Showing real emotions. Give and take world. Sort of sad. Thank you Paul for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Paul Bell]

Sad reality of life, the quiet exit.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes I understand. Most of us, played both.

[barleygirl]

This one haunts me deeply. You've managed to describe so poignantly how it has come to this point in life, where I am not going to be opening up my heart anymore. Even tho your poem seems to refer to the girl/boy type of disappointment, the feelings you describe can also apply to any kind of relationship in life where people let you down too many times. I love how universal & relatable your sentiments are! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

I think you reach that point in life when you know.
The door then shuts forever.

[Beccy]

Living with uncertainty is as bad, sometime even worse. The heart always knows of course,'tis the brain that lies.

Beccy.

[Paul Bell]

Tis the brain that lies. Hows things, Beccy.

[Beccy]

Uncertain. Then again, I do tend to overthink. :))

No, seriously, all is fine, Charlie grows apace and at just turned twelve is already a good half a hand taller than me. I'll have to stop feeding him for a while. Trust things are good in your neck of the woods.

[Paul Bell]

Bloody kids growing tall, should be outlawed. Be bringing girls home soon. I'm doing swell, thinking summer thoughts.

[NotUsinganymore]

Very nice descriptive words. I liked it a lot.

[Onlyme]

Beautiful poem, that is sensitive and heartfelt. And really does understand a soft soul. And their heart. When, night time comes they suffer alone. Namely, in tears and sadness. As hurts and pains, let alone turmoil come flooding back to their minds and fills their nights with dread.

[Paul Bell]

Life can be cruel, and losing someone is the cruelest.

[Onlyme]

I do agree wholeheartedly, some people even die of a broken heart and grieving.

[Stella Armour]

Gentle hearts ( and i have a poem with the same title) are so sensitive and easily hurt, and night time is when we are at our most vulnerable ... the long silence and darkness gives us time to dwell on past events and grief.

[Paul Bell]

Thanks, Stella. I was looking for your poem.

[Stella Armour]

i will post it in 2 mins Paul :)

[andrew mitchell]

Had visions of a man not returning from war in this sad but well written piece Paul.

[Paul Bell]

Spot on, he didn't return.

[Mrudula Rani]

All hearts break when they are desolate and discarded, that is no way to treat a heart especially a gentle heart. At least she knows the truth; He is never coming back. you have painted a picture of sorrow with your words.

[Paul Bell]

Sad when the loss is so poignant.

[kitty]

Sad poignant piece. Well delivered. Empathy shared by many. Se la vie eh.

[Paul Bell]

Sometimes sad is good.

[kitty]

I agree! We feel with our hearts and minds.

[Neville]

Thoroughly enjoyed despite being steeped in sadness, or remorse and a touch of regret... your words here have the combined flavours of a mourning song, and both a love and a war poem combined...... kinda.. maybe.. if that was intentional.. you are a genius.. maybe.. kinda :)

[Paul Bell]

Don't usually do sad poems. Must be January.

[Neville]

shoot tis nearly Christmas...

[Paul Bell]

Easter eggs in the stores.

[Neville]

Fireworks on sale all year adds to my disorientation for time...