In the silent house she sits, and thinks of you, writes a letter – which you will never receive.
Long ago you met, and you loved, in the silent house – and then you left.
Her, in her poor, wounded heart, she cannot leave – she lives in the bubbles of her memories, for you long forgotten.
Such is the law of love, a much asymmetrical feeling, one party always staying put, while the other floats away…
Away from the bubbles, gathering dust, and tears, in the silent house.
Spectacular. So much to like about this poem (I’m reading it as a poem at least) – the asymmetry of love, one staying fixed the other floating away – this line was my favourite.
I wondered at your choice of using ‘you’ instead of ‘he’ in the piece. Was this a deliberate choice to draw the reader into the action? Whatever the reason – excellent stuff.
KT
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Powerful emotion comes through here. Well done.
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A beautiful verse of love and longing so poignantly penned. I read it twice and loved it.
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It is constructed like a poem, but feels like a story. I love how you built the lines like a poignant song, it’s incredible!
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Oh my gosh, stunning piece of writing, full of raw emotion and etched in pain.
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nice one well done
Bubbles
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