Author: Paul House

Poetry: Alone with the Years

                                          (for Jaana)

 

All of the leavings become so hard.

Just to sit together with nothing.

Two people alone with a fat lump

Of years and loving to drag away.

To preserve somewhere. And later to

Bother with theories on happiness.

To sit. Waiting. No longer knowing

How to breach this pile of silence

That once was easy with a kiss.

And she bows her head and reaches out

A slim finger of the love that's left.

With no sign of laughter anymore.

Just the green eyes brimful with tears.

And to touch is all there is.

No calling out. Just to bite the lip

And force a smile that says     I can't.

And to look out sadly into the dark

Where she will always be walking. Back.

Towards you. But never calling    Yes.

And finally to fade into the muddle

Of swollen years which drop without

A sound. But just for this moment,

Sheltered in this café, are all the

Places in the world. And all the time.

 

 





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Mandelstam and Mayakovsky •  The Lighted Window  •  Alone with the Years •  The Poet Tires •  Something there is •  La Madrugada •  Postcard of a Golden Retriever •  Poem For Anna •  Shellfish •  Miguel Hernandez •  At the Edge of the Ebro •  Gone •  Playing Cards •  That's Where I Belong •  An Abstract Perfection •  Pearls in a Glass