Separately the Same
Restlessly, he is sitting home all alone
Pulling one petal off at a time
From a flower he has safely hidden away
In the farthest reaches of his mind
With each petal pulled, he says aloud to himself
She loves me, she loves me not
An old childhood game he sits and plays
He thought he had forgot
Miles away she sits restlessly, home all alone
Playing that same old childhood game
He loves me, she says, as she pulls a petal
Then softly whispers his name
He wonders if she ever thinks of him
When she is all alone
She loves me not, he says, pulling a petal
Deciding, he should not phone
He is all she ever thinks and dreams about
Those nights she spends alone
Pulling off petals from that flower in her mind
Always praying that he will phone
He loves me, she loves me not
Pulling petals, in the game
She loves me, He loves me not
Separately, the same
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
4 comments:
The weaving of a beautiful, yet sad, story! Bravo!
Oh, I love this one. Even the title is wonderful! And the back and forth scenes from him to her are dramatic and sad. BTW, I tagged you in a short meme, which you can find HERE Feel free to do if you like, or if not, no worries. Thanks!
A very beautiful poem for someone and I'm positive they deserve it.
Louis Brown
Nicely written, Neva. A game too often played, and all for lack of "saying". My philosophy, for years has been, Don't let a relationship die for lack of saying...say how you feel.
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