Well, I suppose that's that
Left high and dry,
Thoughts of love and togetherness
All just pie in the sky.
Am I surprised?
Good Lord... am I hell?
Though I'm left with a nausea
A feeling of unwell.
Bewildered and batterered
Emotional and dazed,
A psychological malaise
Eyes reddened and glazed.
The last fading look
An executioners mask,
A vitriolic draught of bitterness
From a once sweet, vibrant cask.
As the axe fell, a light died
A final misted breath exhaled,
The knife was retrieved, resheathed
From the heart it had impaled.
But, then came a light
Like the walk to heavens gate,
To others of a broken heart
I'm sure they could relate.
The feeling of loss and emptiness
Now replaced by freshened air,
True friends of the heart do rally
When your soul is laid bare.
The mind can set to work again
Rebuilding the broken road,
A new bridleway to happiness
New seeds to be sowed.
That life now a distant memory
Consigned to a mildewed album,
Those dreams and aspirations
Just an unanswerable sum.
So this goodbye is final
That chapter will be erased too,
No looking back with fondness anymore
I take my leave of you.
Phil Hall August 2017
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