Five minute Friday – a prompt, 5 minutes of free writing, link up, then encourage and be encouraged…http://lisajobaker.com/2013/08/five-minute-friday-last/
The last thing I heard was not the last thing she said.
It was the last blow I felt, the last slap I allowed.
That is when I slammed the door,
My heart was no longer available – it was broken and it was bolted.
Apologies were said like every time before – and accepted.
But hope was gone – no bond existed and never would.
Joy in being known and recognized and of knowing and embracing,
Dreams, no longer allowed.
She left. I begged.
She left. I chased.
She left. I grew.
She left a hundred times in a hundred ways.
So when I left she wasn’t even there to notice.
I had no last words, what was the point?
So, I continue to breath and my broken heart keeps beating,
And stays bolted.
And I still hear those last words.
(Post Note: I was watching an Adele concert tonight (Sat night) and she said something that so resonated with me…
“I never know how I feel, I never let myself know how I feel – I just put it all to the back of my mind and I don’t really find out until it comes out as I am writing my songs…” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HiffZekzdLo
This is how I am too. This why I need to write. Writing is like praying. As I sit down and let myself just write and play with words how I really feel or what I really felt at some other time is revealed and sometimes I am surprised but what I discover. I am so glad I heard her say that, it really put into words what my experience is. This little bit of writing was an example of that happening.)