A Song of Parting

We avoid each other’s eyes.

The fly on the glass enchants me.

He is riveted by my earrings;

Silver little things that sparkle in sunlight,

And dance with the wind.

 

Rip the bandage,

Painful and quick!

“I can’t do this!”

I repeat the oft told lie,

“It’s not you, it’s I”.

 

He doesn’t look at me,

But beckons the waiter:

With an unsteady finger,

“Bill please –

We are done here”.

 

I don’t often write poetry, and this is a shaky attempt after a long time. I would love to hear your thoughts and feedback. Thank you. 

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7 thoughts on “A Song of Parting

  1. We can write poems just describing emotions, or we can just narrate a story in verse. But you have managed to create a beautiful medley of both. This is beautiful poetry Archita

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