Terrell Martin Poet Rhyme

You Asked Me What I Am Doing

You asked me what I’m doing 
Sitting in this warm summer wind;
Late in the night beneath the moon light 
Hoping I’ll see you again.
After all these years of wondering 
Whatever became of our dreams?
When we were so young and climbing the rungs 
Of living beyond our means.
Criticizing, antagonizing
Each other day by day;
What became of the love that burned like flames
And ashes, we threw it all away.
As time took its toll as we both grew old
And traveled to opposite ends;
You took to high mountains and I to low rivers
Swearing never to return again.
To that place we once stood together
Promising ‘til death do we part; 
Until we shredded that vow and swore somehow
Never ever make a new start.
Now you ask me what I’m doing
Sitting in this warm summer wind;
Thinking of you and the love we once knew
And does goodbye really mean the end?

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Ranjana Kashyap June 24, 2024 at 2:32 AM Ah! Love Beautiful ink

M. Hussain Effendi September 16, 2011 at 6:16 AM Wonderful poem. I wish this poem was about me, I never got that call, to date. Thanks for your comments too.

Elizabeth Wesley September 15, 2011 at 5:49 PM If the flame isn't fed, the fire goes out. I know all about it and this makes it all so real again. Can't help feeling the sadness of life sometimes Terry. It isn't all it's cracked up to be and your poetic description of it all brings tears. Your verse says it in a way no one else could.

Doris Culverhouse September 15, 2011 at 5:26 PM sad thoughts....so many marriages given over to indifference and foolish pride. It is a struggle to meet in the middle. I get to feeling that my hubby.....well never mind. save it for another time.