by Jennifer L Banks
A paper husband
I reach out to him and all I hear is a few words of anger,
Then just the wind again.
For I am not important to you anymore.
Just a scrap of paper, not to be cherished in some box
Not to be read over and over, causing a smile to your lips.
The memories aged like paper in the sun.
You said that I must still be in love with you
When you walked through my door this summer
After so many years apart and I thought for sure
We finally had strong velum fibers to weave paper that would last.
Like a warm wind picking up a scrap of paper
We blew in the breeze drifting together as best we could,
but it was just paper and paper usually deteriorates and shreds over time.
I wish you had held on, I wish you would not wad me up like some old paper
And toss me over your shoulder without a thought.
I wish I could hear that funny story or your amusing day or
Something you need to vent about, someone to understand you,
So many songs, written on paper, poems and thoughts, line after line
Written, scribbled quickly and then
like all things made of paper left out in the rain,
drifts into a puddle and deteriorates.
Posted on 08/28/2006
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/28/06 at 01:38 AM|
the use of paper gives a clear image of a deteriorating relationship. Sad, but well written.
|Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/28/06 at 08:05 PM|
Very sad....Y is it when one loves the other leaves...makes me angry
Next time he flutters his paper butt in take a match to his paper a$$....
I am too wicked sometimes sorry;)
|Posted by Delilah Coyne on 08/30/06 at 10:48 PM|
The imagery and comparisons in this piece are well executed. A sad poem, but it offers a lot to chew on. Well done.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/11/07 at 03:42 PM|
An evocative, well written piece.....
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/17/12 at 07:07 PM|
Congrats on POTD! This still reads well thought out and complete.
|Posted by Ame Ai on 01/18/12 at 01:55 AM|