Thursday, September 23, 2010

Empty.


We are sitting at this table, the perfectly white cloth is laughing at both of us...
You cannot look at me for more than two seconds at a time, as if my face makes you recall our ethereal past.
I stare at you, then I stare at my food: nothing I had not eaten before.
But when I look up I see your blue eyes staring at me... is it my imagination or are they more bluish than what they used to be?
You know Im fragile, you know your eyes cause me fear. I was never able to bear them.
So why don´t you stop looking at me?
It is quite funny that we ended up here: sitting at the same table, eating at the same restaurant and working for the same company.
So I must gather some inner strenght to look at you before you finally see me trhough.
Eyes never lie, and yours still ask me why.
Why? Because I could, because I can, because I did.
I was never too clever, but today my head seems to be in the right place, that is why I look at you for the last time, I sigh and then I stand up.
But when Im right at your side you wrap your hand in my arm.
I stay quiet and still. Should I dare to move?
Slowly your hand goes down until it reaches my hand.
I know words were never my fortress and I know this time I won´t need to tell you anything, because you´re about to find out why I cannot stay any longer.
So when your fingers get intertwine with mine you feel something cold in my finger.
You seem surprised, yes, it is a ring.
I am getting married to someone who isn´t you, someone who could never be you.
But I do not need to say it, because I know you´re way much clever than me.
As I expected but contrary to who you are, you let go my hand, then you drive your glass to your lips and take the final sip.
Your glass is empty now, three years have gone and you´ve got nothing left to say.
I walk away.

Taking part in Thursday Poets Rally, Week 29

19 comments:

Jingle said...

it reads like a conversation...
yet direct and moving,
beautiful reflections...

Jingle said...

many thanks for the participation!
Happy Rally...

Cheers!

Rajlakshmi said...

beautifully penned... loved the flow and imagery...

http://thepoetrywagon.blogspot.com/2010/09/souvenir.html

Kristen Haskell said...

Nice job very haunting.

steveroni said...

"Nothing left to say..." But I DO believe you 'told him', also without uttering a word.

There is much more strength in WE, than in I.....

liv2write2day said...

Very poignant...a bit sad but well done. I'm guessing that Spanish is your first language? What a gift to be able to write in another language. You challenge me to write something in French...but it's been a long time. Thanks for sharing.
Victoria
http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/ear-worms-a-poem-for-jingles-poetry-rally/

Gugo said...

As always beautiful writing, It sounds like a broken heart, and a happy heart to a wedding alley.

musingbymoonlight.com said...

Welcome to Rally. What a lovely piece ... poignant but rings true ...The most important part is "I walk away."

God job!

Thank you...

Brian Miller said...

wow...sounds like someone is missing out...nice write...

morganna said...

I liked it very much. Very sad and wistful, yet firm. Good job.

Julie Jordan Scott said...

Your words are very beautiful. The ending

>> Your glass is empty now, three years have gone and you´ve got nothing left to say.
I walk away.>>

Move me into silence. From this first visit to your blog, it appears we share many interests, passions and styles of writing. I look forward to more visits.

My Poetry Blog.

Lu Ann said...

Thank you all very much for your supporting comments. I´ve commented also on your blogs and I do believe you are all very, very nice writers.

Cheers!

Bing (PinkLady) said...

how sad this is but you wrote it beautifully! btw, thanks for the nice comment you left at my blog.

Dulce said...

Shame, blue eyes lost their chance
This is a great piece, Lu, really good!
hugs ;)

Leo said...

prosaic poetry, well executed! :)

Rally Week 29, My Poem

Lu Ann said...

aww! thank you!

Gabriela Abalo said...

wow - brilliant writing!!

Jingle said...

Collecting poetry from Rally week 29,
Glad to have your work,
it adds light and joy...
visit poets who are here to return favors..
Happy Friday!

Purvi said...

Now this is what I call class! Absolutely fantabulous!


I am here:
http://puplumages.wordpress.com/2010/09/11/memories-rain/