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Bella Robichaud Poem
I told you last night
The words I said were cold
I told you I didn’t love you
Won’t be with you when you’re old
I won’t be there when your first is born
It won’t be mine; I know you’re torn
I won’t be there when you fall in love
It won’t be with me...this is so tough
I won’t be there when you get home
I’ll be somewhere else...hope you’re not alone
I won’t be there when you decide what to do
I won’t make your decision now it’s all up to you
I won’t be there to help you with what you need
You’ll figure it out you won’t need me
You won’t be there when I cry
Because I won’t tell you....I will just lie
You won’t be there when I need a kiss
Because I am changing from Mrs. to Miss
You won’t be there if my heart breaks again
I’ll just have to tell a friend
You won’t be there when I rise or fall
Because you can’t reach me can’t even call
Yet it breaks me...I feel relieved....let you go I can finally be me
Copyright © Bella Robichaud | Year Posted 2008
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This Sacred Place of Once You and Me
Grayed moss hangs, tired oak trees dance elegantly in breeze
Colored leaves rustle above, gravels crunch under my tread
Birds sing melodies; a rabbit, a squirrel engage as I walk
Each sound from nature stirs a memory, scenes a reverie
Sights seen sounds heard, within my heart longing stirs
Stopping briefly I look around, each sense vigilant
Standing still hushed breath, woods grow silent as in death
Step one until three; I see the place where I met thee
Beautiful stream flowing free, I held you, you held me
My love dreams come true back at the spot where I met you
Seems I will hold you once again, the stream still clear
The bench where we sat, still here but dear something
Is amiss; you are not here to share in this
Joy, love, need so much, comfort of your loving touch
I feel stirring in the air, I look but you are not there
Just a gentle summer breeze bringing back memories
I thought here my heart could mend, this pain never to end
Till the time I come to you, hold you as, once I could do
I vow to return year after year, fully knowing I cannot yet
Hold you close my dearest one till my life’s journey is met
Copyright © Bella Robichaud | Year Posted 2008
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