The romance we carry
Was that the weight of my Grief?
The pennies and talks that I missed?
The liquor to come and to leave -
The moments that lacked to exist?
Was it heavy as absence can be?
Would it heft a friend, failing me?
Were autumn eves, their ghostly breeze,
The very weight of my Grief?
Maybe hefting them each, one by one -
Till they made up friendship itself.
The weight of what that would mean -
Was that the weight of my
Grief?
It is our ancient companion.
It saw the break of each bone.
That grew the romance we carried.
It heard every hit to our soul.
That romance I carried would be
Just the weight of my Grief!
It carried my friends, it carried their leave -
It carried my hopes, it got them to ceise.
I wanted to burn down the bridges
That threatened to carry them back!
Or maybe I wished I could cry them
A river between us instead.
Because I have probed it and found,
This weight is just the amount -
Of the Grief I can carry.
No more could we add to that count.
About this poem
This poem is about growing up. The most cruel part of it. A guest at the restaurant I work at said to me (about a week before I wrote this poem): „You are at an age where people lose their faith in a lot of things“ and made me rethink some things. I had this annoying pain in me with a very nostalgic note and I tried to figure out where it came from for a while. This Poem is about all the moments in life when we were left feeling under appreciated by people we care about. About all the times someone has disappointed us. How that slowly erodes our faith in people. How much it hurts. How it took the easy heart I had when I was a kid and made me complicated. more »
Written on August 18, 2023
Submitted by mila.marohl on August 22, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 968 |
Words | 217 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 5, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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