Mike Gentile Poet Iambic Pentameter

Footsteps In the Hall

I wait to hear your footsteps in the hall
     The night is low and I a wretched beast
The pain of empty arms will not relent
     As I lay down my head to try and rest

The violet night winds begin to blow
     They whisper of the songs you sang to me
It silences the torture and the fear
     That you may not return to me tonight

I taste your lips in wine stained tears of love
     The fire’s warmth, a hopeless substitute
I wait to hear your footsteps in the hall
     I’ll wait, my love, until we are as one

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Indiana Shaw July 25, 2017 at 4:02 PM You are a heart felt writer "Mike" - You have lived it all - Indiana x x x Mike Gentile July 25, 2017 at 4:25 PM Thanks, appreciate the kind words!

Janice Canerdy June 17, 2017 at 5:19 PM Mike, this is a very well-written, moving poem. Congrats on your win. Thanks for entering my contest. Janice Mike Gentile June 18, 2017 at 6:04 AM Thank you so much Janice, I appreciate it very much!

Heidi Sands June 15, 2017 at 2:29 PM Wow Mike. I love this poem. I can feel it as I read it. A favorite ! :) You write so well. Mike Gentile June 15, 2017 at 8:53 PM Thanks Heidi , you are very kind and encouraging!