She Could Not Stay, My Friend

She could not stay, my friend.

It’s hurts to see a friend who yearns for a love he has lost,
No fault, no blame is his.
Just the cruel and untimely snatching of a life that held so much promise. 

He wakes in the darkness -his heart still beats, his breath still draws,
His solitary sadness enfolds him in place of arms that once held him close.
While silent tears fall, he tries to recall the features of her face.

The smile that lit up his world, eyes that sparkled with mischief or flashed with desire.
The gentle mouth that spoke soothing words and laughed at all his jokes. 
The lips that caressed his own … so long ago.

The world carried on regardless … how could that be so?
Why did it not stop, when the best part of it was no longer here?
He looks at the door each day … waiting for her to appear.

But no, the girl shaped space remains. He hears her voice in the growing silence.
He smells the faint, lingering perfume that conjures up the summer days of their love.
An abandoned hairbrush that brings to mind lustrous hair that once lay upon his chest.

What lies ahead? 
Will his heart leap again?
Is there love to be found or will it come looking for him?

He waits … hoping … wanting … needing … his heart yearning to be filled,
Waiting for a hand that he can hold on to and a heart that will belong and never more be lost.

March 22, 2017
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Timperley Avatar
January 24, 2018 at 4:12 PM
Is it love lost to death or lost to something else? Love lost to death is never lost, it is hidden in that love shaped corner of the heart. To be tapped for strength when frailty looms. It remains forever waiting, waiting to be reunited once more for eternity. Love is always a powerful write. God Bless. D.
Medhurst Avatar
January 24, 2018 at 4:17 PM
My friend lost his partner to illness and death.
Timperley Avatar
March 24, 2017 at 8:57 AM
Keep a small notepad & pen in your purse. When the moment comes upon you write it down, never rely on memory, it is a failed assistant.
Medhurst Avatar
March 24, 2017 at 9:26 AM
I've got a notepad and pen ready, Dave. I'm used to jotting things down in my phone to remind me and I've already written down an idea for a poem there. So I'll be processing the elements subconsciously until I come to write anything. But any epiphanic phrase or word that leaps out, I'll try to grab it and note it down before it fades away.
May Avatar
March 23, 2017 at 5:49 PM
A heartfelt write and so beautifully expressed.. Welcome to Poetry Soup Julie
Medhurst Avatar
March 23, 2017 at 6:16 PM
That is so kind and encouraging, Joseph. I do appreciate the comments I have had so far. They really will spur me on to write something new, very soon.
Timperley Avatar
March 23, 2017 at 11:47 AM
Wow! What lovely poetry about a lost love! It has always been my deepest dread to be that person. It is great to read work by someone I actually know! Welcome to the Soup Julie. I look forward to reading much more from you now you have the addiction. God Bless. D.
Medhurst Avatar
March 23, 2017 at 1:45 PM
Hi Dave. I am so pleased that you read it and have been moved by it. Words of encouragement will spur me on to pour more of my thoughts and feelings onto paper ... or laptop as it happens. How do you write yours? Julie
La France Avatar
March 23, 2017 at 8:51 AM
Hi Julie, this is a beautifully penned poem about lost love, I felt that yearning and sadness in each word, well done, for a first attempt I say wonderful and please write something else! And welcome to poetry soup ~
Medhurst Avatar
March 23, 2017 at 1:41 PM
Thank you so much for reading my poem and taking the time to let me know what you thought of it. It's a new challenge, but I think it may become a passion!
Medhurst Avatar
March 23, 2017 at 12:03 AM
Hi. This is my first attempt at writing. Please read and comment. I'd love to write something else and improve if I can.
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