Half past right
The house is empty still
Yet you are here
Unlaced running shoes
Discarded in haste
Guard the front door
Your damp towel
hangs forlornly
From the rod in the bathroom
Your aftershave wafts through the bedroom
Giving tell tale witness
To your passing presence
How can I miss you so
When you've only just gone?
I emptied my bedside table and my chest of drawers this morning. I have four Rubbermaid bins packed, as well as two wicker baskets.
I found a sheet of notebook paper and scribbled on each side were two poems I'd written for A. I don't remember when, but I do recall why.
This is why I'm immobilized, fearful of what's next, grieving deeply what was.
Days pass
One night melting
into the next
New dawn
Time tick tocks forward
Yet somehow within
the blur that was yesterday
is today and will be tomorrow
You remain constant
With a steadfast smile
and a love untainted
You are my homing angel
My refuge
Our love, once new and emergent
Now wears the patina
of a well adored relic
And occupies a special
niche in my heart
Here's to a lifetime of love
and ever afters
Happy Anniversary
In 2010, I turned 40 and spent a great part of that year figuring out some serious stuff in my life. Newly 42, I'm still on the path of discovery but feel I've come quite far. This tiny space is my save haven, one of the only places I can come to work through my worries, fears, exaltations, and endeavors. Thank you to those who've helped me along the way and those of you who stop by to read my crazy thoughts. Enjoy!
That is indeed a lovely poem, Kate...you have such a poetic soul.
ReplyDeleteLovely poems, but don't waste time wallowing in what once was. Girl, you've got things to do.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely sounds like you're moving on, Kate. I still think you should change your blog picture to one glass of wine: YOUR glass of wine, half full!
ReplyDeleteWell, I've read your blog...ALL OF IT. I can honestly say that I'm were you were many months ago. I am sad, scared and confused.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what lies ahead. My difference is that my husband doesn't know of my stupid and selfish escapade.
I simply walk through my days moping and crying and leaving him to wonder what he's done wrong. I"m an ass...
I do thank you for your spirit and putting to words my feelings unaware of my situation.
I feel like my view is different but I do think you can get your marriage back together if that's what you want. Thinking of you!
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