Twice Burned

He was on the road

Had been for some days now

He wished he could stop

But the pain kept him moving on

She was the first woman

He had opened up his heart too

Having learned long past

That you just couldn’t be sure about love

So many years ago

He’d once believed

A girl who was his high school dream

He’d promised her the moon and stars

And she in turn to love him

Till the end of time

Their future plans

Were just for the two of them

She walked off with the university hero

The football player with a big future

Never looking back to see

If he was still there

If he still cared

And he’d vowed to never again

Trust a woman as long as he lived

Relationships came and went

In a big social whirl

School days behind him

No one at work understood him

They spoke of love

Of wives and husbands

They spoke of families

All falling on his deaf ears

Then he met the woman

Who moved in across the hall

She smiled and she spoke

He neither saw nor heard

Then one day he looked

And liked her right from the start

They dated and at first she scared him

A little too close and a little too familiar

Came back all those old memories

And the first love gone wrong

But she was patient and she cared

Came the day when he could say

That he cared too

Days came and days went

And they lived them together

When he fell he fell hard

And she was there

To catch him as he fell

They saw the difference in him

Everyone at work did

And they were glad for him

Glad that he had found love

Then came the day

Again without warning

Happy and content

He knocked upon her door

Roses in hand and champagne

The ring in his pocket

Ready and waiting

However the door was open

And he rushed inside

The apartment was empty

Just a letter in the hall

Something about forgiving

Something about the past

Something about not thinking

That things would turn about

The roses lay on the floor crushed

The bottle smashed against the wall

He didn’t remember what happened next

He was beyond caring beyond all the pain

Before he knew it he had packed up

Leaving behind a trail of pain

He just left town and kept on going

When he had gone as far as he could go

He’d crossed four states

And was ready to settle down

This time he rented a cabin in the woods

Far from everyone else

Far from all the pain

But the memories remained

And he wondered what his future would be

Having burned all his bridges behind him

Forever more

© 2013 Gypsy Rose Lee

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SkySlave 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

Dead memories can leave wounds fresh no matter how long has past. This poem really hits home. For some of us the typical life is all but typical. Letting things be and finding peace with yourself can be the hardest part. Running away can be seen as a form of weakness. But some times i think you have to run away to find yourself.


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wetnosedogs 3 years ago from Alabama

Sad tale beautifully written.


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btrbell 3 years ago from Mesa, AZ

S0 sad. You have a beautiful way of telling a sad tale!


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unknown spy 3 years ago from Neverland - where children never grow up.

sad but yet beautifully written.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia Author

Sometimes running away can save one from themselves and give them an outlet SkySlave.

Even sad tales have stories to tell wetnosedogs.

Thank you btrbell. I get inspired and the story just flows out.

Glad you enjoyed this unknown spy.


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Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

Beautifully sad and thank you for sharing this gem Rasma.

Here's wishing you a wonderful day.

Eddy.


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annart 3 years ago from SW England

Sad to be so destroyed not just once, but twice. Such is love - sometimes. The pain lessens, we keep looking and, if we're lucky, we find the right one. Great story. Ann


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Tuatha 3 years ago from Fayetteville, NC

One wonders about the other side of the coin. The one who leaves behind something so valuable. Yet ultimately there are two sides to Every tale. I've seen this side before, you depict it well. Thank you Gypsy.


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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Such a sad story, beautifully told.


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Vellur 3 years ago from Dubai

Heart breaking, yet a great write. I could feel the pain as I read your words.


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Pamela Kinnaird W 3 years ago from Maui and Arizona

I like the way you intertwine the poetic-ness with the prose which causes the prose to be poetic. Really unique. Voted up and interesting.


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cleaner3 3 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

well written.. many sad tales end up deep meanings which are bright to others..!


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia Author

Hope you're all having a sunny Sunday. On my side of the world it is raining.

Glad you enjoyed this Eddy.

Tough when it happens Ann. Love can be a rough road.

You welcome Kari. Always two sides to every story.

Glad you enjoyed this Blossom.

Glad you enjoyed this Vellur. With love often pain comes.

Glad you enjoyed this Pamela and thanks for the vote.

Glad you enjoyed this Michael. We never know what we'll find when we put our trust in love.


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Michael-Milec 3 years ago

You're welcome gypsy-rose-lee. . . And my comment took off...

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