I will speak

I was hunkered down again
when you came to town and then
I was never happier than on that fate filled night
when you came and spoke to me
had your little joke with me
spoke of life and laughter and love and all things bright

Days spent on the sunlit porch
nights we spent in full debauch
I can see the pictures of us in my mind’s eye still
you were sleek and brave and bold
I was wan and weak and old
you who spent our money, and I who paid the bill

songs and stories, ragged rhyme
you gave me nothing but some time
I should have heard the warnings, but truly I was deaf
and now I’m heading for the grave
battered, broke, but still your slave
and I will speak your name again with my final breath

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  1. icanhasanimlols

     /  March 25, 2013

    Oh wow, this one hit close to home sunovawot. I knew someone in this situation. I guess it can happen to anyone. But it usually isn’t put quite so poetically, thanks!

    • Thank you ๐Ÿ˜€ As usual, when dealing with relationships, it comes from what I have seen or read, not from experience ๐Ÿ˜€

  2. damommza

     /  March 25, 2013

    That was excellent! Another poem that has a storyline that could be a novel..someday sunโ€ฆsomedayโ€ฆI’m going to pull all of the stories out of your poems and write a bookโ€ฆ Kudos on this one.. ๐Ÿ˜€

    • Thanks ๐Ÿ˜€ If you wanted to extract and refine the story from my poems, it would help to be fluent in incoherent gibberish ๐Ÿ˜€


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