This Thing - <br />This Feeling - <br />That she gave to me, <br />Or I took … <br />What do I want with it <br />Now? <br /> <br />She looked at me <br />As I said it, <br />Moist eyes filling with <br />Hurt shock. <br /> <br />(I couldn’t see through the cold rain <br />As she turned on her heel <br />And walked from me. <br />I don’t know if burning tears <br />Spilled from her eyes <br />As she click-clacked on the pavement <br />Out of my life.) <br /> <br />Dark night, <br />Empty heart, <br />Watching Broken Heart. <br />She stops, <br />Stunned by her loss - <br />Returning <br />To plead again. <br />Stopping at a distance - <br /> <br />As I turned, <br />And moved <br />Into the darkness. <br /> <br />Did she cry as she stood there, <br />Watching me walk <br />Out of her life <br />Forever?<br /><br />Iain Mackay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-parting-2/
