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The Message That Never Came

She waited....
heart beat expectancy
to heightened degree
it would come
It MUST come
every day
waiting
for the message
"There must be a mistake!
How could he just vanish
disappear into thin air
and not care
No, there must be 
some explanation!"

Perhaps he was sick
perhaps he was dying
and he didn't want her to know
wanted to spare her the pain
all sorts of crazy thoughts
keep her awake at night
as she waited
and waited
for that message

The months passed
the pain grew and didn't subside
it didn't grow dull
nor did it recede
it did bleed...
though her eyes it tore
down her cheeks it bore
her disbelief
it could not be
where was the message???
asking for...forgiveness
begging for....love
a second chance
revival of romance

She waited
for that message
waited because her faith in him
refused to be shattered
though battered
by the calendar mockery
day and month debauchery
Yet...each new morning brought hope
steeped in the belief
of his chivalry
and integrity
for the one whom she knew
could not be the one untrue
cruel and heartless enough
to have to taken her for a fool

she grew heart old
and soul weary
dead on her feet dreary
as she waited for a message
a message
that never came

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 12/3/2014 4:45:00 PM
WE never know why people leave us but we must learn to let go. Some one better is in the wings we hope Hugs Edith
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Date: 12/3/2014 10:18:00 AM
I wrote a new one.
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Date: 12/3/2014 9:01:00 AM
Enquiring minds want to know, did the apology come? The emotion feels real in this piece.
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 12/3/2014 9:28:00 AM
My daughter and I just had a conversation about "projecting" characteristics on a person that may not necessarily true. We have an imagine of what we want a person to be, he/she turns out to be very different than that image. It is a painful experience. Thanks for visiting me, Richard. Waiting for a new one.
Date: 12/2/2014 8:47:00 PM
Hearts aren't meant to wait, they are not designed to preserve pausd love. Love is either alive or it is gone, never is it still. Her hope in his message is beautiful in it's tenacity, and sad in it's search. You commincate the feelings of an anxious, and fatigued lover so powerfully, so clearly. I can feel the strain, and the love Eileen...J.A.B.
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 12/2/2014 8:52:00 PM
Justin.....so good to "see" you again. You've been gone for some time from my work. Welcome! There is truth in what you say. The mind is very wise and the heart very foolish. Some hearts more so than others. I hope all is well with you, my dear. Hugs
Date: 12/2/2014 5:48:00 PM
outstanding piece of writing Eileen that I can relate to my friend:-( Hugs jan xxx
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 12/2/2014 8:53:00 PM
Jan, thanks for your visit and kind words. Lessons in life are hard to learn, but they are invaluable. Hugs
Date: 12/2/2014 5:45:00 PM
We give the benefit of the doubt because we can't bring ourselves to admit the truth. Hope is the last thing to die. Perhaps we take too much notice of "They serve those who patiently stand and wait!" The message never came...but the lesson did. Loved this powerful poem; it gives us a lot to think about. Hugs // paul
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 12/2/2014 9:15:00 PM
Thank you, Paul. Check out my latest poem. It is somehow related to this one. Thank you for your visit. I'm grateful to have you insights on my poetry.
Date: 12/2/2014 3:39:00 PM
deep touching powerful piece of writing eileen very beautifully penned bless you dear friend excellent piece
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 12/2/2014 9:16:00 PM
:) Hello, my dear. Thank you for the lovely visit.
Date: 12/2/2014 3:07:00 PM
An amazing story Eileen... You captured the pain and longing of the heart beautifully and displayed it eloquently.... Hugs Tim
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 12/2/2014 9:16:00 PM
Thank you, my friend. Glad you liked this piece.
Date: 12/2/2014 10:56:00 AM
My favorite line is "she grew heart old" -- that has captured my imagination and makes the whole poem explode. You nailed it -- how our past can anchor our hearts -- aging them, drying them out . . . we should put this sentence on a warning label for all to see!! Outstanding little one!
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 12/2/2014 9:17:00 PM
If only we would read those warning labels. The heart wants what the heart wants...and what it cannot have. Thank you for this lovely visit, David. Little One thanks you.
Date: 12/2/2014 10:04:00 AM
I feel the pain as I read this Eileen. I have gone through this in my life and you never stop hoping.
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 12/2/2014 9:20:00 PM
Thank you for visiting, Brenda. So sweet of you to share with me your struggle as well. Hugs
Date: 12/2/2014 9:22:00 AM
Eileen...you have a way with your words that few have ..that capture my heart and mist my eyes.When one loves someone and He just dissapears..It break us..We try to find a reason..But when that reason is not found..It break us to pieces..The sun will always shine I do believe and heroes come along and save a shattered heart..But will the one in pain truely moves on might be a secret never revealed.Eileen am favouring this beautiful story.I wish to see you published one day.
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Date: 12/2/2014 9:24:00 PM
Heroes...Lovely theme. I like it very much. I love that last sentence in your post, Charmaine. Thank you for believing that one day I COULD be published. It means so much to me. Bless you for it. Wishing you happiness, my dear. Thanks for the visit. Hugs

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