I know where you are coming from. I had a marriage of over seventeen years. It produced six beautiful children. One day my oldest son and I came home to an empty house. We were devastated. everyone told me to find a new mate and move on. No way when I said ''Death do us part.'' I meant it. That was as long ago as we were together. Yet I remain chaste. Why? Because she ain't dead yet. I do not lie so I am bound by my oath. While not a follower of the ''book''. I accept the admonition “It is better not to vow at all than to vow and not fulfill” (Eccles. 5:4.
Sometimes hanging on to the past is all we have until we find our way forward. If not for that, we may not have anything. A very sad poem, but worded wonderfully!
Nice ending to a sad poem. Hanging on to the past apparently got her nothing.
"Its not that I can't move on, but
I don't want to set your memory free." I like the honesty in the way this sounds. The whole piece works for me.
It is a travesty when you put so much time and effort into a relationship only to be kicked in the teeth..life will get better although it seems not at the moment..great poem..Diane
I know where you are coming from. I had a marriage of over seventeen years. It produced six beautiful children. One day my oldest son and I came home to an empty house. We were devastated. everyone told me to find a new mate and move on. No way when I said ''Death do us part.'' I meant it. That was as long ago as we were together. Yet I remain chaste. Why? Because she ain't dead yet. I do not lie so I am bound by my oath. While not a follower of the ''book''. I accept the admonition “It is better not to vow at all than to vow and not fulfill” (Eccles. 5:4.
Again, heart breaking to see you go through this, to love him so much that you are stuck in limbo with nowhere to go. But this is such a strong write that I feel guilty liking it, because of the price you paid to write it.
whoa.. caffine this piece.. wow.. loss again for words here, the longing in this for him is just so.. I cannot even attempt to describe... it is often we find love after it is gone... everyone can identify with this what a great write..
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