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By Mel Trent

and I began to see
the hopelessness
of me
and your eyes were
white-edged embers
and I began to feel
the restlessness
in me
and your tongue was
bitterness and lies
and I began to smell
the burning
in my heart
as I waited
in this hollow
and I began to taste
the salt of the sea
as I knelt at your feet
and I began to know
the need for voyage
and I think that I
was never meant to stay here
I know I know
I'll only make you sad
when I go
but you'll go on
you'll learn to ease the pain
to lie to yourself that
I'll be back again
and I know I know
you'll only cry
when I go
but you'll move on
I was never yours to keep
Article © Mel Trent. All rights reserved.
Published on 2009-07-13
1 Reader Comments
08:01:24 PM
I think this is my favorite Mel Trent poem so far. "... to lie to yourself that/I'll be back again ..." Yeah, I knew someone like that once.
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