you'll find me in the sitting room

you'll find me in the sitting room

 

 

there is an old desk

in the foyer of my mind

dust accumulates for decades

from disuse,

an old Underwood cries beneath 

a layer of heartbreak

 

haven't touched it since you left,

i am only a half a house now

there is a small rectangle in the dust

from the note you left

when you served notice

i was no longer the one

who held the letters of your 

poems

or the hands

that used to type 

your heart into mine.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/15/19

Reviews

[Laurierose]

Interesting.

I've always compared my thought space as a series of filing cabinets. Once something gets buried in the files and documents then it's hard for me recover it again, though not impossible. However, once something resonates with me then I compile it into the recess of my mind and hold it. It's not necessarily forgotten, it's as if I feel those lingering, familiar feelings then it's as my heart can use my mind as reference.

I really feel the pulls of longing and regret in this piece. It's as if the speaker had their heart nestled in a tender place with this other person. It shattered when that love wasn't nourished and touched. Love's tricky that way, I believe. We can either hurt ourselves trying to salvage pieces or sweep it away. Either way, you'll always have the memories. This was a great piece, Jacob. Great read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your insightful review, Laurie..
appreciate your visit so much....
read morethank you so much for your insightful review, Laurie..
appreciate your visit so much....

j.

[Laurierose]

Always a pleasure, my friend.

[Kent Rawski]

Makes me think is it really better to have loved and lost than not loved at all. Hopefully it's a room rarely entered

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Kent...
j.

[gram linski]

What a great, sad beautiful poem, j. you'll find me in the sitting room, reading this many times,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, gram.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Jacob. The interesting thing here for me is that rectangle left in the dust from the left note. That stirred up the dust over here. I can't imagine being left a note like that. Really got through. Great metaphors and a very visual write. Well done.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Chris.
j.