#parting
Today while sitting on my Chair,
I do Remember:
The Time when we last met ,
That was a "Patio",
You told me that I am ******* you !
And just left me ........
I wish you had argued with me , fought with me .....
BUT not just left me, Like you did.
Now also ,I get goosebumps !
By having even a flashback of that day.
I wish, I would have stopped you.....................
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 11:27 AM UTC
We tore our misunderstanding
in two abrasive stories
...... flakes of sour air
kept our own half
just like Saint Martin
but the other way around
...... between us: the shredder
we just took our right with us
it was so much work to do it away
...... up to three pieces at a time
rather we armed ourselves
under the skin, the gloss
shone through it
...... do not touch me
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC
you touched my cheek
as the sun melted into its grave
and I swear the clouds wept,
bleeding copper and violet
your voice—
a frayed lullaby
threading through
my breaking
the world
slowed to an ache
and in that hush,
even the wind knelt
you smiled
like it wouldn’t be the last
but I saw the sky
forget how to breathe.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 6:26 PM UTC
You've left me torn.
Now, that you're finished,
you've left me tarnished.
I hear no more
greetings in English,
just byes in Irish.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
I’ll leave you at all, whispering,
So as not to awake you.
I’ll kiss you softly at parting
And I’ll never forget you.
Don’t feel sorry for me, my loving.
I will come to you in your sleeps.
I will be with you there, my dear.
But now I’ll just be in your dreams.
I’ll leave, covered the door behind me.
Don’t try to turn me back.
I’m an illusion, an impossible dream.
And when you arouse, you’ll find my lack.
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 4:26 PM UTC
The day I watched the fire die
Only once did my tears fall
But I knew that once the moon was neigh
I would answer sorrow’s call
Despite the embers that remain;
Pathetic wisps go hope
I know it’ll never be the same
As I clutch this rotting rope
I think the walls are closing in
But maybe it’s just me
The emptiness hurts from within
So suffocatingly
I guess this is the place where we
Have no choice but to part
In the future I hope I’ll see
Us in each other’s hearts
Till the next time we can meet, friend,
I’ll save a seat for you
Though many faces are fleeting
You’ll stay one of the few
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
With mourns and frail tears,
for the faded brief love, lost,
will cry when you die.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 1:58 PM UTC
In the middle of midnight,
Night and morning kiss and part:
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 2:36 AM UTC
In many poems,
Indeed mine own,
Relationships are defined
As two vessels sailing
In close company,
Plotting the same course
By choice and happiness
Choosing to stay close by,
But in truth a relationship
IS a ship,
A single hull with
Two crew to sail it,
Working together
To maintain the five essentials,
A level hull, with sails and foils well set,
And direction agreed,
Who holds the helm,
The tiller and extension,
That person controls
The direction of travel,
And that has been you,
When you sailed us into danger
My hand was there to guide
Us back from hazard,
Now I am steering
And the course is arrow straight
In lieu of help
Or kind suggestion,
A crew entirely focussed not
Upon the vessel but themself,
And no gentle hand to
Re direct our boat
Nor kind word
Or still small voice of calm
To calm the storm for more
Than a minute,
And that is a shame,
It takes two to tango
Only one to sail a boat,
But it is better by far
With another
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 1:13 PM UTC
I teach others to sail,
Quite literally,
And I am good at that,
Many many people will attest
To my passion and effectiveness,
But sailing is way more
Than just a glorious physicality,
Its a perfect analogy
Of life and love and death,
I also coach and mentor
The lives and loves
The living and doing
Of others,
Also in truth their endings too,
And I offered that best
Of me to you,
But something you seem
To fail to grasp is that whilst
Tacking can be wide,
Deliberate and slow,
Sedate even,
A gybe is the opposite,
Stern to wind,
A boom crashing across
And the cause of many a capsize,
You cannot be gentle gybing
In any kind of proper wind,
Its either one way,
Or it is the other,
It is sudden and immediate and NOW,
So no,
I have not been tacking,
Although at one point maybe
I was going that way,
With an icky feeling
In my heart like
The warning trembling
In a sail's leach,
I am about to gybe,
And it will be sudden,
There will be
A rapid change of direction,
I am a good sailor,
A great seafarer and handler
Of boats
Both real and metaphorical,
So my gybe will be anticlimactic,
Calm even,
But I will be accelerating
Away from you,
Your self centredness,
Your precious secrets,
Your rage,
Months of scorn and derision and accusation,
And while I do not know
My destination,
Indeed in truth I have none,
I do know the seas will quickly
Be much calmer,
The spray far less and that
Without the ice of attitude
And pain,
And at a parting rate of five knots each
In just twenty four hours we will be
Over two hundred miles apart,
I wonder then,
Will you OR I
Find peace?
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 11:06 AM UTC
Laid to the tree,
Which shivers with every blow,
A few leaves shimmying down
Before their time,
Their green already starting brown,
Another slash of a knife
Across the cords of the hawser
That binds us in life and love,
An ominous cracking creak
As our hulls inch further apart,
Every forgotten little thing
That means nothing to you
Is a wedge, and even those
That do matter? the forgetting
Doesn't matter to you,
And this is why we are
Diverging and inexorably parting,
Because all you see is you,
Your sole perspective is viewed from you,
No empathy or care,
And when the tree falls,
The moorings part,
And you find yourself alone
On a lonely sea,
I doubt you will understand
But sure as eggs is eggs,
I know you'll say
It's my fault.
Aug 13, 2024
Aug 13, 2024 at 6:38 PM UTC
there's an echo of voices still talking downstairs,
conversations and laughter, pouring out through the doorway.
everything's temporary, in the right time and place
our meetings and partings all tell the same story.
in a moment of sadness there's a sweet aftertaste,
everything has its end, everyone must keep going.
there's an echo of voices still talking downstairs,
always waiting for someone to step through the doorway.
Aug 1, 2024
Aug 1, 2024 at 2:24 PM UTC
Another row and another
****** parting,
Hearts hard and yet
Crying inside,
Anger and passion compete
With yearning and sadness at loss,
We do not know,
You and I,
How to end or part,
And neither
It seems can we have
Harmony between us,
But that is what I want,
That is what you desire,
Even in the midst of war
We both say that
We tire of the fight,
And in not wanting that
We do actually agree,
We both want peace,
We both desire love,
We both yearn to fill
The same aching
****** void,
Well you fill mine,
And I fill yours,
At least we could if our
Rage would let us,
So here's a flag of truce,
Will you honour it?
Can we know that peace
We both
Desire
And
Need?
Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 8:29 PM UTC
nothing made you happy
nothing gave me peace
yet now we found
the heading to where
we will be nothing soon
hold my hands
a final time
if only for a while
we will soon reach
the wake of our being
hear the music
that traveled before
in silence between us
let us fill in the lyrics
with what we wanted to hear
see the sun set
over the roads
we leave behind today
may new roots take shelter
and bloom tomorrow
and when the days to come
are gone by
if a fading memory intrudes upon
the happiness you find
may you pardon
with kindness or abandon
or interrupt my peace in turn
with fresh flowers
or old conversation
-x-
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 11:07 AM UTC
on soft clouds i walked so many days
we were lovers and i feel time now with my heartbeat
as we wander far apart
kissed by angels when i'm sleeping
or is your sweet soul touching me
this vaunted world is just a nonscence
without your memorey in mind
in the dark night dear past the moonbeams
i will ever see our favorite star
Aug 11, 2023
Aug 11, 2023 at 5:18 PM UTC
I have no memory of breath
till we kissed
now each breath recalled
spoke of you
each moment infused
with airs of your inclination
your unfolding sigh
filled me
kiss me
once more
your lips on mine
breathe into me
my last breath
must be yours
till I return it
Dec 2, 2022
Dec 2, 2022 at 9:25 PM UTC
how many tears must be shed
to baptize our parting
do I not cling
tightly enough
while the clock
ticks away life
are the marks left
on your skin
when I cannot release you
gone too soon
must the bruises
in our flesh
be as deep
as those in our hearts
shall I shatter my bones
and yours
in our last embrace
tear at our bodies
till we bleed out
give to the torch
the remains
so the ruin
of our outer selves
will reflect
that which lies hidden
within
Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 11:43 PM UTC
do not hurry
let your shoes rest
one upside down
the other upright
beside the chair
where your toes
pushed them from your feet
your skirt and blouse
draped across the couch
as you dropped them
inattentively
leave them there
a little longer
reaching
one for the other
not quite touching
let your purse lay
undisturbed
fallen on its side
spilling your lipstick
and sunglasses
across the floor
stay
do not take the colors away
from the world
by your absence
not quite yet
please
give me a moment
to inhale you
one more time
close your eyes
and linger
May 26, 2022
May 26, 2022 at 12:10 PM UTC