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Don't Look Back
by Richard VinceThe door is automatic;
You don’t need to hold it open
For her. Cut a path through
The jungle of cold air and
Pathological shoppers.
She is not who she seems:
Maybe she would look like that
Now, but you would recognise
One another’s eyes. Yes, she would
Be twenty three now, but
You know she would keep
The eyes of an enraptured child.
That was the child she was:
A girl who always had
A smile to share, and laughter
To intoxicate those around her.
And that is how she will always be
In the picture, framed
By your heart.
12/08/2009 Posted on 01/15/2010
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/15/10 at 11:00 PM This is lovely -and a good reminder to keep the memory of eyes unspoiled by pain and loss close to you, that you might always think of them smiling. |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/16/10 at 01:21 AM Therese is much more astute than I... so glad she commented first :) Anyway, I like how you allude to someone showing their feelings in the first stanza with the image of holding the door open. I think the last two lines are perfect and provide a profound loveliness to the whole thing. Thank you so much for sharing this very meaningful work, Richard.
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