It Can't Be True

I lay my head in hand
and go blank with tears that slide slowly down to burgundy sheets.

Somewhere near, in my memories,
The fog lay its chords down like fingers
On the neck of a good guitar.
Feel it cool and smooth in my hand
Worn in familiar ways like a friend,
The lone survivor of the war.

So much of my life is nothing more than a simplistic soundtrack
stretching backward in lost faded pictures
and home movies that ended up in someone else’s trash.
I know…You keep your memories in your heart
and hope you memorized the lines well enough to recite them
with truth and conviction, no additions or subtractions
without outside addictions or distractions.

Where will I go when I raise my head? 
There, in someone else’s town,
I’ll learn to forget
And echo children’s smiles until the morning comes
Without fog and the music is mine again.
I’ll sing your song, remember your smile
Under the full moon of a new year come to stay.

Reviews

[Emily B]

No more smiles, only echoes of smiles. That may be the strongest, saddest image all the way through. There in someone else's town, where you'll pretend that you're learning to forget.

There is so much raw emotion in these words. This is a beautiful write, I hope it isn't your loss described in the lines.

[the ghost of pauls]

Lovely lilting song, very delicate emotion and control. Very nice.

[Darryl Salach]

very well expressed...an enjoyable read!!

[Anata]

touching, very touching.
Such a (almost feels weird to use this word here) wonderful description of a lost love.
I feel for you, and i almost cried when reading this poem.
it is truly very sad en emotional :s

[Helen Woodward]

Beautiful, you can imagine how this affected me! I find that looking back is all too painful, even if the memories are happy, but I still do it without thinking...I'm in someone else's town in an effort to escape the memories that plagued me day and night...it's still a constant struggle. I'm assuming this is non-fiction, if I'm wrong...the same applies. You can never go back because it's rarely as you knew it.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is awesome. I want to feature this. oooooo Love it!

[Staci Brown]

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you've captured the feeling of loss over a love one as you look back and remember and all the feelings that flood the senses...

well done.

faerie blessings...
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[*** Hey Jude***]

After going through such experiences, as you say "I'll learn to forget". And you I pray will go forward with hope in your heart for better days! ~ J

[Mackenzie J. Burns]

I, like just about anybody can relate to this poem all too well, well written and thanks for bumming me out! Don't get me wrong though, I was moved and that's what good writing does.

[T. L. O'Neal]

This seems to be of a lost love it seems. As with all memories, they seem to fade in time and we wonder what was really real. I loved this with its sweet but melancholy feel to it. T

[TL Boehm]

Somewhere near, in my memories,
The fog lay its chords down like fingers
On the neck of a good guitar.
Feel it cool and smooth in my hand
Worn in familiar ways like a friend,
The lone survivor of the war.

an eloquent lonely poem - beautifully written and melancholy.