Forsaken Fiancé
I lay in your strong arms,
holding onto your presence.
Your dark brown eyes
smile at me.
I play with the hair on your chest,
as you glide your fingers down my side.
Wouldn't this be a way to die.
Tick... You hold my face in your hand.
You look at me with such love... Tock
My heart beats faster as you move closer.
Tick... I can feel your warm breath tickle my lip.
Tock... So close... Tick... So... Tock...
Heavy eyelids open with tears,
my loved one gone for all these years.
Alight a cigarette to breathe out the pain,
unfocus my senses, to become sane.
I fix my hair to his favourite style,
look into his mirror to see his lost smile.
I miss the feeling of desire and love,
you were my hand and I was your glove.
But men with pride had to take you away,
family and lovers had no word for say.
The day you left me was the day I died,
a forsaken fiancé, in which I denied.
But faith that my soldier, will return home,
Open arms and an open heart, I wont be alone.
Tonight my love, I'll dream of you and me,
Teenage sweethearts forever we will be.
E.T.
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"you were my hand and I was your glove." This line explains it all so perfectly. This is so sad and heartfelt, missing someone so much, you can physically feel your heart crumble.
I wanted to exaggerated how much you can physically love and miss someone.
My heart goes out to all women who were and are in the same situation.
Thank you Karen,
Em
A lovely poem Emma. Clever use of passing of time with Tic..... Toc...(I interpreted that's what you meant anyway lol!)... really enjoyed!!
Thank you for the compliment does mean alot! I love some feedback! You can portray it however you feel is right and i'm happy you enjoyed it! :)
Always nice to get feedback off people Emma, and you're right poetry is pretty much up for everyone's individual interpretation!! Keep writing and will keep reading lol!!
Beautiful write! It is so difficult to watch him go. To imprint to memory everything big and small. I watched my mother for many years as my Dad left the house in his uniform and he would be gone for 6 months (he was a missal technician) and there were places the family couldn't go. Then I married an army man (he was in a medical unit) and watched him deploy to Kuwait in the middle of the night. One brief call, he was packed and gone!
You're very brave Val! I've based this poem on what my grandmother used to tell me, which was heart breaking! And to write this I had to visualise what it would be like for me if I were in my nanna's position and it was difficult as I love my partner very much. But I hope you recieve all the love you deserve! Thank you for the lovely compliment and for reading!
Hey Emma,
A wonderful write and the best place for a poem to birth, is in your heart before it is placed on canvas and (Emma)you have presented us, with a wonderful, bouncy,(9) pound baby boy/girl, which ever your desire....A heart tearing affair to see a loved one depart for places unknown, dealing with the military and it is even harder for the departee, to have to leave the love of his, life, heart and desire behind...Great usage of time and collectible memories, to keep your heart at bey until his undeniable return....A wonderful Soldiers Story, told and held by a faithful fiancee until his return...
Great Job,
Jim