by Cassandra Leigh
Fifty years of solitude of the heart, and
you would think you'd figure out how to love somebody right
just by virtue of knowing where the holes are. you've
made a fortune, made children, made futures
of countless young hopefuls
but not a legacy that will have you
with a smile on your face
in your old age.
if i could burn up everything i have made for myself
for a flame big enough to
warm your heart to the idea of
loving yourself more than the work you've done,
i would be a pauper for that.
it's time to
stop standing in the doorway.
either step off the threshold or
unpack your bags and close the front door
'cause you're letting all the love out of this house
and it's kind of expensive these days.
Author's Note: As much as he needs to hear it, I will never be able to bring myself to show this to him.
Posted on 02/03/2012
Copyright © 2021 Cassandra Leigh
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/03/12 at 11:33 PM|
What got me the most was that second stanza. Beautiful and perfect, and that actually could apply to the whole poem.
|Posted by Jolie Jordan on 03/25/12 at 04:59 AM|
This is lovely. I like your writing style.