Thursday, December 8, 2011

S.T.O.P.P.E.D.

I miss you.
And I am not saying this,
Because you are gone.
It’s because I have stopped,
While the world goes on.
And what stopped me dead in my tracks?
It was how while leaving, you turned around and looked back.
Because what I saw in your eyes,
Was your wish to stay on, though it was time to say goodbye.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

You imagine what you would like to be and not what is...

Mahuya said...

oh my god! You are truly blossoming into one helluva poet. Respect.

Witness said...

@Anonymous:that's what imagination is supposed to be:)

Witness said...

@Mahuya:thx!you keep me going on:)

Neel said...

I agree both with Anonymous and Mahuya!

lv,
n

Witness said...

@Neel:love:)

Mo said...

This one makes me think of my lovely cat who left me at 21 yrs, neither of us found the goodbye easy.

Witness said...

@Mo:oh Mo, I can imagine:)

Cheryl Patterson said...

Lovely. And bittersweet for me... It seems like it can be for different circumstances (life or relationship losses).

For me, it hit it right on about how I feel about my father who passed last year... My world seemed to stop in so many ways.

Your words are lovely.

Cheryl

Witness said...

@Cheryl:thanks:)so glad you could relate to it.