Your suitcase is by the door in my mind
you have unpacked and packed a thousand times
it’s now or never, it’s been too long
you’re out of here, you’re out of love
empty like a meal without nourishment
and if I could, I’d ask you to come back
but you left before today
I see it in the careless gaze of your eyes
the house is empty without your noise
I hear only the echo of regrets
ask you to return and you ignore my voice
the coldness in your stare gave you away
there was nothing but bitterness and anger remaining
you said it wasn’t me, but I was the one you cut down
with your stare that went on, out of sight
down the road, out of town
like you were already running away
boarding a bus, changing your story
it’s been half my life and it’s been just one day
since you and I met, and you made me yours
how then can I get used to being without
the one constant beside me in life?
maybe the only way is when you know
you mean nothing anymore
they’re already over you, halfway down the road
maybe they never needed to be
could have been love wasn’t the source
but what they needed and wanted more
could be they were only kind when
it served their interest, nothing else
and when they left
they swept the feelings up
like fallen leaves
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
Painful and poignant
It’s good to giggle 🙂
And maybe packed some of yours in that suitcase as they left!
Dwight
Sadly I feel like I’ve done this to people in my life. I wonder if I will ever be able to participate in a healthy relationship again someday? This is a powerful piece that hit me…
Reading this was like watching scenes unfold in a love story, wanting to look away, but cannot.
“and if I could, I’d ask you to come back
but you left before today
I see it in the careless gaze of your eyes
the house is empty without your noise
I hear only the echo of regrets”
I feel the loss and pain in each word. That’s great writing.
This was great for the opening line. Bravo.
Touches deep
I’m reading this with ‘Young Americans’ playing in the background. It could be the soundtrack.
Wow!!!!!!!
For some reason that gave me the giggles!
As so often happens, a sort of counterpoint plays along in my mind. This time, just a few lines from Leonard Cohen, “The Stranger Song”. I think it was the sweeping up the leaves that queued it.
“And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much
not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he’ll never need to deal another”
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
TheFeatheredSleep – Some are gone long before they leave.
Perhaps filling the loneliness at our center is not something others can ever really manage; walking alongside each other with patience and kindness may be the best we are capable of. Your touch a universal sense of disappointment and loss at love. Thanks for the thoughtful write . . .
You made me laugh so hard!!
I agree. We can’t depend upon another. But so many of us do. The calmest souls I know find more within than without and can love but don’t depend upon it. I think understanding is the best way to salve any emptiness. When someone understands, that’s when it would work
Great!
Reblogged this on A Cornered Gurl and commented:
Some poems require nothing else but you to read them and allow them to sink in. This is one of those poems.
Both sad and beautifully written, Candice.
You are a wise soul . . .
This is super stuff
A stunning metaphor
Wonderfully melancholic!
Sometimes your writing is like a punch to the gut, causing a little gasp to escape. This is one of those times
fallen leafs feed the soil/soul
First ever Tre reblog. I’m one helluva happy camper!
I personally believe you will. We can heal all parts of us. How it was does not have to be how it is. I believe in you.
I love that response 💓
Haha! At this new blog, yes. *big hugs* It’s a great piece of writing, Candice. No doubt about that.
.y mouth HURTS from smiling so hard! Because of YOU
A smile is a wondrous gift. I’m glad you’re smiling. 💙
“Your suitcase is by the door in my mind” – The very first line draws me in, the imagery and the meter of the poem. And the lines “the house is empty without your noise / I hear only the echo of regrets” sum up the melancholia and the pain recurring in the poem. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Love you
so much emotion. Beautiful !