Wondering around my life
Must I tell the truth? Must I admit that I took love
For granted? That I thought love as nothing,
Something to be played with, cast off in light of
A new toy. Well, yes, that is precisely what I did,
And now I have paid the price.
Wondering around my life I find myself touching
The things she touched, everything from a signet
Ring to the kettle in the kitchen. Often sat in the
Shadows she'd watch me working, a faith in her
Eyes that still hurts today. Sometimes she'd play
With a pencil crossing her beautiful legs to catch
It in her lap. She was so cute and so easy to love.
It's always the little things that cut the deepest
A scarf left behind with a vague note of Daisy,
What I'd give for one minute … but there are no
Minutes, no seconds, so, wondering around my life
I find myself on journeys I'd prefer not to take.
She's gone now and I am to blame, safe to say that
I will not make the same mistakes again, for I have
Learnt and learnt well. I have tasted the bitter fruits
Of loneliness, walked the empty streets of despair,
And come out into the light, somewhat older and
If I may I say so, measurably wiser.
© Joseph G Dawson
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