From 2017.

Last Goodbye


Her large, dark brown eyes

sparkle like jewels of desire,

her face shines in the warm, yellow light,

her lips widen in a half-smile—

my heart, a beggar, pleads. 


She waves goodbye and turns away.

I watch her walk. Her dark silhouette melts, 

becoming a part of the night itself. 


Every night when the night clings 

to the windowpanes, 

I lie in bed—wrecked at my heart—

among the heaps of scattered dreams. 


Music plays on a radio somewhere—

it is an unbearably sweet soprano

with a gleeful tenor of a duet.

Closing my eyes, I paint her from the darkness

with lights and colors of memory. 


Every time she walks away,

I can never obey the impulse 

to hold her in my arms 

and kiss her moist lips.

All that remains in front of me is

her fading silhouette waving goodbye. 





Poetry by Yayāti
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Written on 2020-02-28 at 13:37

Tags Goodbye  Memory  Loss 

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautifully articulated poem, of consistent tone, vivid imagery, and of a romanticism with which this reader deeply empathizes.

Perhaps the adjective "dark" before "silhouette" (in the second stanza) might not be strictly necessary, but this quibble ought not to diminish your pride in the loveliness of the image that you give us in that sentence!

Thank you for sharing this fine poem from 2017 --- certainly, a harbinger of the many fine poems that have followed!