Grass is Greener – A poem

Ah…

Somewhere in the last year

His fires cooled

To a charcoal ash

Closed off once closeness

Pity shimmers across his face

For my still glittering

Blue eyes

Staring greedily at him

With desire and longing

Finding only his flat stare

He has taken up so much space

In my thoughts and dreams

I am left standing in this logged

Forest of

Hopeful daydreams

So many “what ifs” laid to rest

With the coldness of his casual glance

The emotional pull back

A silent chess move

Of retreat or defeat

A changing in the direction of the breeze

Leaving me in an open field of

Abandon emotions

Picking at strands of dried grass

Which... once was green

Wistfully staring into the sunset

Willing you to come for me

Always waiting for the

Change of the breeze.

 

 

MP