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A poem, The day you walked away Updated Oct. 25-2014
The wind tugged at your turned down winter hat
It was a bitter crispy cold winter day
When you left me standing at the window
Watching as you walked away
The blowing wind tugged at your turned down winter hat
You never turned around
Not once did you ever look back
My voice was only a whisper as I tried to call your name
I knew in my heart our time together
Was over, never to reclaim
As I watched you the snow began to fall
Wishing and praying you would turn
Against the wind and call
Tears of rememberance flooding my inner soul
No matter how much I tried emotions erupted
With tears I couldn't control
Memories, oh so many, Locked deep inside
Memories I will remember
Never ever to subside
Restless was our visitor in our home for a very long time
I watched as you paced, checking your watch
Usually in the evening around nine
The closeness we shared for so many happy years
Seemed to drift away
As I sat quietly shedding silent tears
I could hardly stand the uncertainty, so I gave you a fearful choice
With tears streaming
You reluctantly found your voice
Confessing your unfaithfulness, eyes turned away
I knew you were hurting
What more could I possibly say?
Nothing would ease our pain deep inside our broken hearts
Leaving us both empty
Hoping time might mend the broken parts
The snow drifts began to pile as the wind whipped and swirled
I watched you disappear in the distance
Leaving me alone in this lonely world.
Will she forgive him?
I'm standing here looking out the same window on the sad day I watched you walk away. The wind tugging at your turned down winter hat, now, I see you returning on this beautiful summer day. You look like a man who wants forgiveness. Your gait is slower as you reach the porch. I search your eye's as a tear trickles slowly down your cheek.
I feel sad but unforgiving.
You broke my heart in a million little pieces. It took me years to mend. Our eye's meet. I feel weak but remain unyielding.
" You look like a man who could use a cup of hot coffee, come in. " He's smiling as he opens the screen door. I hurry to the kitchen to find his favorite cup.