"A Man at the End of the Road"

                             

An Original Collection of Provocative and Powerful Essay's by R. B. STUART. Her Work Begins and Ends at the Crux of Truth, Sorrow and Humor---Capable of Slicing Through Your Psyche and Piercing Your Heart.


By R. B. STUART
Post Thirty-Three
POEM

Why did you have to see me,

---have to speak to me,

My heart had closed a thousand times.

Why did you have to smile at me,

---have to beguile me,
My heart had closed a thousand times.

Why did you have to be smarter than me,

---stronger than me,
My heart had closed a thousand times.

Why did you have to be so manly,

---be so friendly,
My heart had closed a thousand times.  

                *         *          *  

Why did you disturb me,

---with a smile, so warm, and so kind.

Why did you disturb me,

---when my heart was sealed and blind.

Why did you disturb me,

---by tightly wrapping me in your arms.  

 

Why did you disturb me,

---with banter, and with charm.

Why did you disturb me,

---with kisses soft and sweet.

Why did you disturb me,
---by letting our minds meet.  

Why did you disturb me,

---with words of love and praise. 

Why did you disturb me,

---by taking them away.

           *             *             *

I was fine..until that day,

---except you forgot to see me…the month of May.
 

I was fine.. until that day,
---you couldn’t even find, five words to say.

 

I was fine.. until that day,

---you didn’t feel for me…the same way. 

I was fine.. until that day,

---images of you kept me awake.

I was fine.. until that day,

---even music put my psyche at stake.

I was fine.. until that day,

---my stomach turned an empty blue.

 
I was fine.. until that day,

---how can I end, these longings for you. 

                    *          *          *

I’ve come, you’ve gone,

---you’ll never fall to your knees, or balance on my arm.

I’ve come, you’ve gone,

---no more Persian kisses in the wind…or stroking Sunday’s face warm.

I’ve come, you’ve gone,

---life isn’t as simple, when you’re no longer young. 
 

I’ve come, you’ve gone,

---your shadow remains, even without the rays, of the sun.   
 

I’ve come, you’ve gone,

---I see wisps of you still on the run.
 

I’ve come, you’ve gone,
---your gaze skirts away from my eyes.

I’ve come, you’ve gone,
 ---you walk into the future, with a brand, new bride. 

I’ve come, you’ve gone,

---she’ll lock you into an iron cage. 
 

I’ve come, you’ve gone,
 ---tucked alone in a spot…of cool shade.

 I’ve come, you’ve gone,

 ---silencing your voice that makes the morning birds sing.

I’ve come, you’ve gone,

 ---and not ever seeing…she’s broken your wing.

I’ve come, you’ve gone,

---you won’t re-emerge until you’re old and grey. 

I’ve come, you’ve gone,

---then you’ll see, that no one ever stays.  

I’ve come, you’ve gone,

---that’s when your heart will close just like mine,

But don’t worry Darling…you’ll be just fine. 

 

                        *          *          *

 

---When a girl at the end of the road, see’s you pass by,

Don’t worry Darling …you’ll be fine.

 

---And she’ll disturb your life…just as you have mine,  

Don’t worry Darling…you’ll be fine.
 

---As your knees weaken and touch the ground,

Don’t worry Darling …you’ll be fine. 

 

---Your mind will race….seeking a safe place,

Don’t worry Darling …you’ll be fine.
  

---You’ll recall a distant memory…when you see it on her
face, love glowing from deep inside…that time just can’t erase.

 

So Goodbye Darling….this is the end of the road,

Sunday and I, just may have been, your pot of gold.....

                                SUNDAY JEAN    2013


For H. A. S.
Sylmar-Chandler   ---June 2014

 

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