Thursday, January 3, 2013

Some love


She sat there,
Always waiting,
Wondering,
And gazing
At the emptiness.
And it did not matter
If it rained or snowed;
All she ever saw was
His blood smeared hand
Waving out to her,
And all she ever heard was
Her name, faint
Midst the loud report of the pistol.
 The redhead lived
With the trail of red blood
Ever since that day.
The past pending,
In every fiber of her being,
Her only wish
To lose herself
One more time,
In his loving embrace.
She lived on, with her love
Dancing in the shadows
Of that evening autumn fire.

24 comments:

  1. How heartbreaking to be stuck in the moment of such a painful memory, longing only for better times.
    ~Angela

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    1. Heartbreaking, agonizing.
      Thank you Angela.

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  2. Beautiful and well expressed.

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  3. Nice. Simple and elegant yet tells a complete story. Well done!

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  4. Oh, beautiful and sad. I like it, Ruby. :-) well done as always.

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    1. Thank you Imelda. Your visit is heartening.

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  5. Brilliant. You always manage to breathe lyricism and impact into a mere handful of words. Well done!

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    1. Thank you Shelton. Your words are so encouraging and inspiring.

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  6. Lovely words. So glad you're linking up with us!
    ~Cam

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    1. Thank you Cam. The pleasure is all mine.

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  7. I just reread this and I wanted to say again how much I like it!

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    1. Thank you Deana. This is the best compliment I could have received.

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  8. ooooh - I want to know more . . . please

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    1. Thank you Barbara. Your words are encouraging.

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  9. Very nice. It paints a beautiful and haunting picture on the imagination.

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  10. What a difficult place -- longing for something you've destroyed. Bittersweet and evocative -- thank you.

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    1. Thank you so much Jackie for your visit and your kind words.

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