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One More
by Leslie Ann EisenbergWhen you held me in your arms
I didnt say a word
When we kissed, kids in a church parking lot,
I wanted to say the thing I was too shy to say
but every thought melted with your touch
When we sat across a lunch table
and you told your stories and I laughed,
I waited for the right moment to say
the thing that might be uncomfortable to say
and the right moment never came
In our most peaceful places,
On the beach, On vacation,
Over champagne, In the tub,
I didnt say a thing
because the moment mattered more
and there would always be a next time
Now you are gone,
gone, long distance, a phone that never answers
and I burst with words,
ache from chances I never took
A hundred things happened
and there's no one to tell but myself
I lay in bed repeating what I never had the courage to say
and I wonder what would happen if you traveled through time
to listen to my thousands of words
Every word is who I am, and how, still, I adore you
But as I drift, these words fade to one
One word is all I need to say
The word I say each night before I sleep
The word I would say again and again with your hand in mine
I say your name
I say your name 06/22/2006 Posted on 06/23/2006
Copyright © 2024 Leslie Ann Eisenberg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Faraday on 06/23/06 at 08:49 PM lovely sentiment...well-said and all that jazz! :) |
| Posted by Peter Humphreys on 06/24/06 at 08:38 AM "Every word is who I am ...", this is such a beautiful and sad reflection. At the time the right word can be so hard yet in the silence after so easy. A real favourite. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 06/25/06 at 02:46 PM sometimes i walk away with regrets and its so hard to let go when you regret something so deep and yet so simple. why do we wait too late to say what our hearts have been screaming for so long :) great write |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/26/06 at 12:42 AM ...this ive a whole new light to the saying...."what's in a name". Excellent, Leslie! |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 06/26/06 at 03:24 AM utterly gorgeous in its obvious pain. interesting enough i JUST wrote a piece about going for it and saying what's on your heart. the beauty of this poem is that you captured the hurt to a point where it's almost pretty to feel it. a super strong write with pounding emotion and honest to goodness human nature. love it. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/26/06 at 03:28 AM Has me reaching for kleenex - most excellent write of longing - I love everything about this poem. |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 06/27/06 at 12:22 AM This poem is so well crafted I was drawn in immediately and transfixed by its eloquence. While it broke my heart, by the end I had a bittersweet smile as I reflected on the joy loved ones bring to our lives...even when they are no longer physically with us. Thank you for a most enjoyable read, Leslie. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 07/24/06 at 03:47 AM Your melancholy vision reminds me that words sometimes get in the way and more is not always better. There is a lesson in your poem, Leslie, and peace in your laconic quest.
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