
WATCHING WORLD
Lives thick with regret,
things that securely hidden in the darkest depths of my heart leak out like poison.
I would wait a thousand lifetimes just to explain the unexplainable to my own reflection in the mirror of my mind.
I can still see him under the streetlight walking toward me and me pausing as if the watching world did not matter.
Memory like a movie replaying relentlessly.
Yearning to step into that scene and feel the passion again.
Memory turns to regret,
because there are things left undone,
unsaid.
And now the world has moved on and so have we.
All that remains are the promises that rot away like discarded poems in closed drawers.
Copyright 2019, Jenny W. Andrews
My poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow” is available on Amazon/Kindle. It is available in both Kindle and paperback. I look forward to receiving your feedback. Thanks.
-Jenny
Wow! I love this one
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