Fantisma

I held out my hand and you grasped it in your own,
and for many seasons you walked beside me as mine.
So much in common we have, a shared history compared,
that one would say the Fates themselves sealed us in heart and mind.

Long were the years before the hand of destiny,
moved in you to look my way,
and that is what does not make sense,
when you say you regret that day.

It is frightening how hard this tightening in my chest can be,
when, as it does right now, looks like you are leaving me.
The days when you longed to touch me have faded,
and the burning passion has left us only scarred and seared.

Hundreds of miles away was the life I had alone,
with friends and women and money and all.
Surrendered it was at the minute you reached out,
and now all that is gone, along with what had replaced it all.

My throat is in the grasp of memories made by your hand,
whilst my heart is weighed down by the absence of your light.
You once found comfort as you poured yourself into me,
and could only cry when you shattered this soul with doubt.





Poetry by Bonehead83
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Written on 2025-08-22 at 23:16

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a sad read is this. It expresses well, in my mind, how someone must feel when a loved one moves on and away. I think we have all experienced a little of what your protagonist feels, when we are young and lose our first juvenile love... but that must be a shadow of the feelings when a relationship between mature men and women fails. Nicely done. Blessings, Allen
2025-08-23