WithoutA Poem by Peanuts for ProseTime passes without you now They say love has no regrets Tender kisses are not for remorse Butter is on my toast before 630 I’m in the cab my 640 I’m at work at 7 And I still manage to notice you’re not here I await the moment every morning when my focus has landed on
the in-pile And I don’t lookup till noon. Once I open the lunch box there you are
again, taking The momentary space in my mind. I used to check my messages at this time. Now there’s no point. And I miss that, too. Even if you called, there’d be nothing to say. When we caught on that what we had it was already over. The afternoon begins, phones are ringing, and I get to
forget you again. When the menial tasks are more pleasant than free time I
know I have a problem. To say it to someone would diminish it’s meaning as the
words hit the air. The only one that could feed the meaning is you. You’re the only one I could tell without the
feelings becoming the foolishness of breakups. But you’re not here, you’re gone. It’s time to move on. The timer on the stoves tells me this. My lover will be home soon, And he’s the one I’m making dinner for, not you. I remind myself of this as I open the bottle The wine opener you gave me.
Now I use it on another man, Knowing you will never see it again. I can’t say I regret the goodbye. Fate has funny ways. I regret knowing you’re gone. © 2011 Peanuts for ProseReviews
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Added on April 16, 2011Last Updated on April 16, 2011 AuthorPeanuts for ProseHonolulu, HI, HIAboutI enjoy reading and writing, always have. I'm happy to have found a few outlets like courses through Gotham Writing Classes, blogs, and online communities such as this. I am an oncology nurse by day.. more..Writing
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