Left Behind

The words of departure,
Remain fresh on my lips,
The sweet scent of his cologne,
And the brush of his fingertips.
Forgetting his abandoning steps,
His trail faded as he moved on,
Yet the land still remembered,
The stranger that is gone.
Always known a stranger?
I would think not.
This once familiar face,
Abandoned the home which he sought.
A blessing was sent down upon,
This man without a dime,
And when he became what he became,
He lost himself in time.
These thoughts of living on a throne,
Of being the greater being,
Was the fall of the mighty,
Who left without even seeing.

Author's Note

This poem actually was inspired by the picture with it.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Wow, I had to move six boxes of your poems just get to this!

This was very good Rita!
I don't remember reading this one before.
Funny what you can find when you look beneath the surface.

Like the person in the poem, this one didn't deserve to be left behind either.

[Lily1111]

This is a wonderful poem with incredible flow and gorgeous rhymes. I am rather impressed that the picture inspired it.

The opening lines:

The words of departure,
Remain fresh on my lips,
The sweet scent of his cologne,
And the brush of his fingertips.

are incredible and really set the tone for the rest of the poem.

Very well done!

[she makes me weird]

I like this piece...I'm impressed it was inspired by this picture.
"Abandoned the home which he sought" - I find it interesting you choose to use "sought". I guess he never found what he was looking for. Good write