My searching hands
were left bare
by the naked bed
which bear
no one but me.
Sighing, I know
the drill
I get out of our
blanket-made hill
to find he.
Welcoming sunrise
kisses my just opened eyes,
the noise of the road
whispers cluttered sighs,
there is he.
Hugging his guitar,
plucking eloquently,
as if no one’s around,
just his music and he.
Please look at me.
In scintilla
of a second,
he looks up with
fingers in chords,
He don’t know me.
I force a shy smile,
as my salty droplets fall,
he only knows his music
and forget almost all,
including me.
Tightly, I hug myself
and pray tomorrow will be different.
Wonderful!
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thank you, love!
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Sad, but beautifully written. I hope her heart’ll be all better soon.
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thank you, Chris! I hope he will remember her again tomorrow.
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Hope is a beautiful thing, it keeps us going till tomorrow.
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i cannot agree more. that is such a beautiful comment. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Aaww thank you Rosema, always a pleasure to read your work.
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thank you too!
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A pleasure as always.
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❤ ❤ ❤
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Who knows Rosema, maybe the songs are all for you. A lovely poem to take into the weekend. Have a good one 🙂
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Awww. Thank you, Davy! You have a great one too!
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Oh wow, well done and sad too. Sad ones really do carry a lot of weight. 😘
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I cannot agree more. Thank you, Staci! 😊
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🙂 ❤
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It seems like he is a lover who does pay attention to her, only his music, or maybe a potential lover whom she hasn’t met.
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It is a husband with Alzheimer’s. 😊 Thank you, Frank. ❤
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Hope is what we all rely on to move on to the next day… 🙂🙂❤️❤️
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I cannot agree more my dear NJ..may we never run out of hope. ❤❤❤
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Such a sad ending but hopefully he will remember ~
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i hope so too! ❤
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Aww, I hope he remembers her tomorrow. Well written Rosema! 🙂
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me too! thank you dear!
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Wow! Such a sad yet wonderful poem! Well done Rosey!
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awww. thank you PJ! ❤
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Awe…”my salty droplets fall.” I’m sniffing. Men?! Yes, tomorrow…the hopefulness of a new dawn.<3
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awwww. thank you dear Lonna!!! I will be posting the fave book covers todaaaaaay!
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Thank you, dear! I love seeing your posts!! Excuse me while I navigate to that post…See ya in a sec.
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I wonder if he has a mistress called music… waiting might be in vain.
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that’s an interesting thought. Thank you, Bjorn!
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Maybe we over estimate our connections — because we demand so much in return. But music demands nothing but absorption. How we wish we could be someone’s instrument and never forgotten as the mind fades.
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“How we wish we could be someone’s instrument and never forgotten as the mind fades.”
How beautiful is that sentence you wrote. Thank you, Sabio!
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A plaintive poem, well worded. Perhaps time to find a new hero?
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awww. maybe! thank you, Ma’am!
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Lovely writing, so evocative. So true and yes, there’s always Hope! Have a nice weekend, Rose. 🙂 ❤
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awww. thank you, Iris! Have a great week!
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Very welcome, Rose. Thank you! 🙂
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❤ ❤ ❤
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Lovely just lovely
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thank you, Sir! 🙂
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This is soo beautiful.. so very touching..!❤️💘
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awww. Thank you, Sanaa! ❤ ❤ ❤
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I have been the musician and the forgotten one, at different times. I try to keep a balance so no one feels forgotten in my music. Great piece.
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Aww. thank you for the comment and for sharing! ❤
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