Footsteps

The tea half drunk,

The tags ripped off,

The room now empty,

Save me and my memroy.

I shiver despite the heater,

My body confused.

Calm now,

Angry now,

Fearing the future now.

The night will be sleepless,

My mood never fixed.

Take the pictures down quick.

Remove the words you wrote,

Not so long ago.

"I miss you already."

Now new words:

"Goodbye, Charlie."

Oh, why must you use my name?

Why must you say it with those red eyes?

Why must you hold me so long?

And now I hear footsteps on the porch,

And I hope.

I listen for the door,

Anticipate the key I gave you.

I imagine an embrace, 

Imagine words of regret,

Barely heard through sobs.

The footsteps are still now,

I hear the keys shake.

For three moments I wait,

Before the neighbor's door opens,

And the footsteps disappear.

Reviews

[Babe Roxx]

Lovely imagery, Charles...and the emotions subtle yet anxious. Wonderful write.

[RachelReaper]

this had an interesting feel to it, somehow different from other styles I've read. You have a unique way of writing this and that's what I liked about it.

[rnuff]

Hey Charles this is really good, you ought to write more poetry.
I enjoyed the imagery in this. Awesome write.

[Richard Man]

What a scene. A small and poignant play. I love the pause that the three moments evoke, seemingly the past, present and future all filled with utter hope only to be dashed.

['poetry by bonnie']

I really enjoyed your writing, it was interesting. Look forward to reading more..

[lee von cleef]

the speed of three,time, mind time, the clock still tocks, holds our hands,cups our breasts, wringing life's lost opportunities into tea bags on your door step.

[Shay]

this was very interesting a fun to read, very enjoyable

[Trixolomanea]

I must say I'm really intrigued by your writing! You've gained a(nother) fan!