Quoth Theraven Poet Prose Poetry

You're the Reason

Not easy following you,
picking up the pieces
my, how you
wreck with a vengeance.

Not talking just this life, 
so many others, no choice
still as mine (the choice), take heed! 
come back to me, 
'cause, I still follow,
still care, still love.  

And I may be the reason
                           you hate pickles
                           and mayonnaise..
                           mixed metaphors,
euwph!

But oh, I bequeathed you my best 
the dance of clouds,
icicles..
twizzlers
come back to me,
by choice, all yours
as you release me now.

Been watching over
you,
for sometime..
like a lapdog
ever at your feet
by your side
as you winked.

Until we meet again
m'yeah, just so you know,
as you nod,
I always.., well..
your welcome.

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Linda Alice Fowler October 2, 2023 at 6:32 AM It may be a tale as old as time, but never told as wittingly as you dear friend. A lovely write Richard. :)

Yann Rolland August 18, 2023 at 11:24 PM me too, eat piclkes and mayonnaise, waiting to meet her again, enjoyed your poem Quoth Theraven August 18, 2023 at 11:28 PM yann, It's a song told, a tale as old as time. And I'm glad. -Richard