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Visitation (A Poem)

Updated on October 4, 2008


I can't touch you.

We hardly even speak.

You look so much happier,

from behind the glass.

I would have never thought,

I could be the one who's so weak.

My heart beats still for you,

But you just stare.

You seem so far away,

I wonder what you are really thinking;

Do you still have feelings for me,

Or maybe you just don't care?

Does your heart still beat for me,

Or have you found somebody else?

Why won't you tell me?

Either way, it's just something I'll have to accept.

I feel like something is hidden from me,

Or is it this something I need to figure out for myself?

Our time is up.

We both have to leave,

I'll have to wait to see you, maybe next week.

My thoughts and your words,

Twist around in my mind.

Until the next time we hardly speak.


Copyright 2008, StJames

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    St.James 9 years ago from Lurking Around Florida

    Frustration, sometime manifests itself in many ways. I felt lucky to put these experiences in a creative purpose.

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    jjrubio 9 years ago

    I understand that all too well...I have been on the outside looking in , in my younger days. Dating guys who were "in and out" and never learned. Endless letters back and forth. collect calls to tell me how much he loved me,,,LOL

    I learned as I got older to pick better choices in men. Thank goodness my husband is decent. But yes..I know all too well the feeling of iron bars separating you from the one you love...whether you are on the inside of the bars or the outside, the feelings are the same either way!

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    MrMarmalade 9 years ago from Sydney

    Those people look like the just got off train as a pilgrim.

    Still you assure me they are not, I wonder what?