But You Left

Of all the unspoken stories, tonight;

This will ring the loudest,

That I had all my words to give you –

Built from scratch, till they grew –

In such painstaking earnest.

I took my time to let the words

Flow in and through my veins.

Till one day, they blossomed and out came tumbling;

Not held back by the littlest stumbling,

Fiery deep; like marks of Cain.

You didn’t know that tonight I dressed,

in my word woven garment.

I fancied that you will pluck them all,

Words that lay stitched and held me in thrall,

The fruit of an artist, ardent.

But you left.

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Reminiscence
To Mark Your Departure
Past – Unforgotten
‘Parting’ and ‘Yearning’ – Two Poems