Alone, I stood next to the docks,
Watching as the other men said their goodbyes to their families,
And then left them, possibly for the last time,
To board the ship which was being prepared.
The sky was shrouded in dark clouds.
Tears filled the eyes of every man, woman, and child.
Nearby, a man announced
That the ship would be departing soon.
My heart began to race.
Sweat appeared on my skin, despite the cool air.
Desperate, I searched and I searched.
But she never came.
Oh, how I wished I could turn back time,
That I might apologize for the things I did,
That I might be with her one last time,
To hear her voice,
To touch her skin,
To stare into her radiant eyes,
Which burn through me as surely as fire would.
But I cannot.
I have lost… no, thrown away that
Which was most precious to me.
And only now, after I have allowed our differences to separate us,
Do I truly realize how deeply I loved her.
The man announces that it is time to leave.
The men say their farewells and at last depart.
With one last look around,
I give in to my despair, and turn to follow the others.
In only a few minutes, the ship begins to drift away from the port.
I sit alone in some dark corner,
With my face in my hands.
Then, suddenly, on an impulse, I stand
And look back at the ever growing distant city.
And there she was, a lone figure, standing out from the crowd.
Even from this distance, I could see the pain in her eyes.
And I am sure that she could see the pain in mine.
How desperately I wished that I could leap off the ship
And swim back to wrap her tightly in my arms.
But the water was too deep, and the distance to great.
So, I could only stand there, staring at her
Until she finally disappeared into the fog.
Yet, despite my pain, there remained a hope
That filled the emptiness of my broken heart,
Strengthened by the realization that my love
Had never given up on me.
And with that inner strength,
I knew I could defeat the trials ahead.
And I knew that I would see her again,
And I would correct the mistakes I had made.
****
So yeah, this is the first REAL love poem I've ever written. It's based off of how I felt when I moved, and I added the girlfriend thing just to make it more dramatic. The moral is:
Learn to appreciate what you have before you lose it.
hmmm... I probably should've stuck this in the Stories Galore section
Watching as the other men said their goodbyes to their families,
And then left them, possibly for the last time,
To board the ship which was being prepared.
The sky was shrouded in dark clouds.
Tears filled the eyes of every man, woman, and child.
Nearby, a man announced
That the ship would be departing soon.
My heart began to race.
Sweat appeared on my skin, despite the cool air.
Desperate, I searched and I searched.
But she never came.
Oh, how I wished I could turn back time,
That I might apologize for the things I did,
That I might be with her one last time,
To hear her voice,
To touch her skin,
To stare into her radiant eyes,
Which burn through me as surely as fire would.
But I cannot.
I have lost… no, thrown away that
Which was most precious to me.
And only now, after I have allowed our differences to separate us,
Do I truly realize how deeply I loved her.
The man announces that it is time to leave.
The men say their farewells and at last depart.
With one last look around,
I give in to my despair, and turn to follow the others.
In only a few minutes, the ship begins to drift away from the port.
I sit alone in some dark corner,
With my face in my hands.
Then, suddenly, on an impulse, I stand
And look back at the ever growing distant city.
And there she was, a lone figure, standing out from the crowd.
Even from this distance, I could see the pain in her eyes.
And I am sure that she could see the pain in mine.
How desperately I wished that I could leap off the ship
And swim back to wrap her tightly in my arms.
But the water was too deep, and the distance to great.
So, I could only stand there, staring at her
Until she finally disappeared into the fog.
Yet, despite my pain, there remained a hope
That filled the emptiness of my broken heart,
Strengthened by the realization that my love
Had never given up on me.
And with that inner strength,
I knew I could defeat the trials ahead.
And I knew that I would see her again,
And I would correct the mistakes I had made.
****
So yeah, this is the first REAL love poem I've ever written. It's based off of how I felt when I moved, and I added the girlfriend thing just to make it more dramatic. The moral is:
Learn to appreciate what you have before you lose it.
hmmm... I probably should've stuck this in the Stories Galore section
