Open Poetry #39 |
The one of many |
Kalandria Junior Member
since 2006-05-23
Posts 44Yorkshire, England |
It was 9.30am when my phone sprang to life, Carrying your voice from your desk, Ninety three floors closer to heaven than I. Our daily routine of small talk, A strong coffee and a shared smile. But this day was not for our smiles, The rhythmic click of computer keys, replaced by the soft sound of lost hope, With trembling voice you told me, that you were fine. Convincing no-one, yet still holding tight to the hand of a fading miracle. We knew. Even as the world viewed events through celluloid eyes, We knew that this was the gentle breath Of goodbye. And I saw you, hair strewn with rainbow confetti, dancing on our wedding day, Cradling our newborn son, Finding your first grey hair. "Goodbye my love" I didn’t want to answer. To say the words would make it real and I was not ready to let go. "Tell the children I love them" I would fill their lifetime with memories of you. "I have to go, it’s getting dark" And then...nothing. Days later, I light a candle, Place a single rose by a fireman’s helmet. And I go home, Drink a strong coffee and watch our children play. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
This is so very heartwrenching. I am so sorry for your loss and this is a beautiful tribute. |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Poignant - heart wrenching. aziza |
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