Poem I wrote at six in the morning

Tear this apart!

Dear all the girls I’ve fallen for, 

 And most of all for which I’ve moved too far, too fast, too soon- 

 I will still be waiting, 

 Where the pavement greets the rain 

 Or the moon is hanging slender As a dream upon a cape;

 I will still be waiting 

 Neath the lamplight And the stars 

 Beneath a bend of Christmas lights 

 And with myself in bars- 

 With someone else, perhaps with two,

But not with me, and not with you; 

 Perhaps I’ll find another but, I fear it won’t be quite as true- 

 As all things the things I had with them- 

 Or what I could have had with you.  

Author's Note

Please tear this apart!

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

I wouldn’t tear this apart; I love it as is. Coincidentally, the last few days, I have been rather obsessively thinking about the women who have come and gone in my life, some to return, most not, although two or three inflicted pain that will always remain. So I was primed for your poem. I love your imagery and use of language as you move quickly from scene to scene yet unable to escape your constant feelings unchanged. You have beautifully spoken for me, and for others I’m sure. Well done!