cherry

 

we can talk about being alone together

you and me    we can talk about alone time 

or quality time    or even loneliness  

 

but nothing beats the aloneness

as we suddenly find ourselves one of what was two

 

a rude awakening after the intoxicating effects

of first love    the oh so perfect sense

of being loved    not having to think about it any more

because it felt so right    and felt so good

the tender bits a bit sore to prove it

 

or    we can not talk about it and go on

carry the ache    feel sick and panicky    eyes darting

waiting for a minute or two to pass

then begin feeling sick again    wait a few more minutes

resenting the happiness around us

 

or is it only me   until   eventually   entire minutes pass

without my thinking of you   what was us  

 

and so it goes   so    yeah    we can talk about being alone    

or not   i don't care    not really    not much    

it doesn't matter    i'm not going to get drunk and weep

 

no    i'll run more miles    and    what rhymes with miles

something about smiles    so    yeah    right

we'll carry on   i'll carry on    stick it    take it    do it alone

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-02-06 at 17:02

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
That's what you're supposed to do in such a situation?
2016-02-07



That perfect sense of loving and being loved does happen, but too often it's temporary because life is always changing. The aloness is very hard, but that also passes. A good workout to some good music and there go a couple of hours without thinking. Alone is not always bad. "Free and unfettered" was that it? :)
A very gutsy poem.
Ashe
2016-02-07


Nancy Sikora
The oh so perfect sense of being loved... does that really happen in real life or only in dreams?
2016-02-06



You have a fine talent for teasing out subtle distinctions in your poetry. The differences in all these states of "loneness" are immediately recognizable, and make a rich emotional tapestry that another writer might just mush together. The emotions here are so raw, delicate, and changeful. It is such an authentic description of what the pain of recent loss feels like. Although if it was me, I'd get drunk and weep. I want to bake whoever-this-is a cupcake.
2016-02-06