This Thing -
This Feeling -
That she gave to me,
Or I took …
What do I want with it
Now?
She looked at me
As I said it,
Moist eyes filling with
Hurt shock.
(I couldn’t see through the cold rain
As she turned on her heel
And walked from me.
I don’t know if burning tears
Spilled from her eyes
As she click-clacked on the pavement
Out of my life.)
Dark night,
Empty heart,
Watching Broken Heart.
She stops,
Stunned by her loss -
Returning
To plead again.
Stopping at a distance -
As I turned,
And moved
Into the darkness.
Did she cry as she stood there,
Watching me walk
Out of her life
Forever?
Iain Mackay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-parting-2/
