Home

Physics

by Richard Vince

It feels the same, whichever way
We turn: the weight is in our
Shoes and on the hard, functional
Floor, even though we seem to
Glide on air and dry ice.

I discarded a lovely thank you
But kept a disappointment;
An old habit, but one I can’t seem
To escape, like looking for
Regrets I don’t have.

I feel like physics: fine in theory,
But hard to prove in reality.
Like long division, no matter how
Long I carry on, there is
Always a remainder.

I wish I had kept the laughter
And smiles, but instead I am
Left with bitterness and regret.
I hope it will not always be
Like this.

02/17/2010

Posted on 05/23/2010
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 05/24/10 at 01:07 AM

A good write Vince. Was it your fault or her's or just happen stance. Time never heals it all. There is always a small piece that doesn't heal.

Posted by Madeline Lamb on 05/24/10 at 07:35 PM

It might always be like that. What you do with it, however, is yours alone. A beautiful piece nonetheless.

Posted by Michael Faraday on 06/17/10 at 01:38 AM

Well done, Richard. Enjoyed it!

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)