FootstepsA Poem by Charles Konsor
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. © 2015 Charles Konsor |
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Added on May 23, 2012Last Updated on January 23, 2015 AuthorCharles KonsorPortland, ORAboutIf you find any issues or bugs on the site, please use the Contact Form to let us know about it. And thank you for helping us make WritersCafe.org better. Now Is The Time -charlie more..Writing
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