I grind infinite pebbles into dust between
My fingers and make dirt roads that end in
Mountains with my feet, we sit close, knees
Bent, words between us glued to the roof of
Our mouths
Conversation forsaken in favour of watching
Grass blades before us dance to the twilight winds
Perhaps our speech is lost amongst them
On this what would ordinarily have been another
Summers night
You are leaving, the line ‘it isn’t you, it’s me’
Stumbled from your lips only moments ago, yet
It seems a lifetime, for my heart pounds as from
From a marathon, than a casual stroll around
The park
Yet here we sit in silence, not knowing should
We hug, have that final kiss, part as friends
Wishing ‘we’ had worked a little harder, thinking
That we did and words seem superfluous, as does the
Thought of friendship
The warm winds increase separating the grass
The pebbles between my fingers continue to fall
Neither are seemingly as one anymore
As if unglued, but then again that’s how
They always were
(Fictional)
Copyright JMTacken 31.8.2014
‘Infinite pebbles’ is an interesting image Jenny, so well done, such a poignant moment captured so nicely.
Thank you so much Michael, as always, appreciate your comments and kind words.
You are most welcome.
Smiles
I think we have all experienced this moment. You’ve captured it so well. I can feel the silence, the uncertainty and the breeze.
Bless your striped coloured cotton socks 🙂 thank you xx
Breaking up and uncertainty. Should we or shouldn’t we? Why are we? How well you write the poetry! of heartbreak and uncertainty. ❤ ❤ ❤
Life experiences brings forth many things when we stop and think, thank you precious lady for your beautiful comment ❤ ❤ xx
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‘it isn’t you, it’s me’ is such a bullshit excuse…
its not an explanation…and it leaves you wondering…
break ups suck…at least have the guts to be honest….
smiles.
Woah! Smiles, that it is and I for one have and would never accept it, but I know of some who have. Thanks for the spiced comment Bri …smiles
I was quiet relieved to read “fictional” at the end. But I have to say, this felt like reality. Well done Jen.
Thank you so much sweety, I seem to write better about these type of situations than others..don’t ask me why 🙂 xx
When I write ‘fiction’ I seem to almost write more truth. How odd is that? 🙂
Hmm nods it is 🙂 🙂
Just so recognizable, beautifully written!
Thank you very much gorgeous, appreciate you reading as always xxx
beautiful imagery, jen –
Thank you Beth xx
Wow, brilliant! One of your very best! It crackles with emotion!! 🙂 🙂
Well Helen thank you! Appreciated 🙂
whew. glad it’s fictional, Jen. Good week to you ~
So am I Michael, thanks for reading and a good week to you ~ smiles
Oh, I’m so glad this is fictional, Jen. It reads so true of heartbreak and loss.x
Aww, thank you hun, I must have believed the authenticity myself to write fiction lol x
Oh, the dust that fills up one’s mouth, when you get those words told to you. It seems like you are suddenly dry and arid, wishing to be able to respond. The pain you showed in this, must be a far memory, or something in a dream, it is just so well written, I felt it was Real! So glad you still have your Mr. S (who does not sing!) who took you to see the musical, “Jersey Boys,” and other adventures, too. I like to ‘picture you’ happy, Jen! Smiles, Robin
How kind you are, part memory, part watching movies, part in my head. I am glad you thought it realistic though, this makes me happy 🙂 yes still have my non singing Mr. S and picture me happy, as I am smiling as I write, your happiness is infectious. Hugs x
I absolutey love this piece! Reads beautifully and all too relatable. I will follow your blog with fervour….Such talent! x
Hello, welcome and thank you so much for reading, commenting and following 🙂 very kind of you and I appreciate your lovely words. Smiles x