"I suppose I'll be going now," she sighed, lifting her dark eyes to the sky
"It's my turn and you know, love, I tried steeping outside myself
and the view never seems to be any better...
I'll just walk away, it's easier when I have the last word.."
*He was just a shadow with a glowing cigarette*
He said : "You know, we all have memories of times we'd like to forget..
but not all of us follow the wind."
*She was just a thought passing through his mind*
She sadly replied:
"But I intend to leave these moments behind."
He dropped his head in shame as her words hit
echoing in the air
but when he remembered and went to look
found that she was no longer there.

Tweet

Comments on this poem/writing:

Click here to read other Poems by Susannah

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com  so the proper person may be notified.