Your hands rough, calloused and hard
You worked late, till after dark
Walked home alone…. thru the park
No fear of …. coyotes, squirrels or sharks.
You left me , I was standing there
Never could tell …. if you really cared
I was feeling so lost and oh so scared
You weren’t one who liked to share.
Out there …. on the ledge alone
You told me .… “I am going home”
Knew you planned on getting stoned
I longed for just a crumb or bone.
Smoke from your glowing cigarette
Helped you relax , helped you forget
Was good as it is going to get
Got undressed, then into bed.
Your paintings, colors….blue and green
A cool flowing summer stream
A vision that…. you had once seen
With eyes closed, there …. in a dream.
I held you tight, I pulled you close
Those moments that I loved the most
Your heartache, trouble…. sadness and woes
That side of you .… that no one knows.
_______________________________
Image: Google Images. Wikimedia Commons
What a beautifully sad poem, my friend!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hi, Jill! Glad you liked my poem! I always appreciate hearing from you! Hope you have great weekend! 💙
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sorry I haven’t been around as often as I would like … there just aren’t enough hours in a day anymore! I need another 4-6 hours every day! You have a great weekend as well, dear friend!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much!!
❤️👍❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person