No matter what he did,
where he went
for all the beer he drunk
the people he upset
for all the stupid things he did,
He could at least say to himself in the end:
‘I once had this thing that enabled me to stand up tall and give meaning to my life’.
But tonight like a lost tribe they dance without him.
Gone. he let it slip this thing he had
it fell apart, rather.
it could never come back together again.
he found out, when people walk away they do so forever.
The last line is the saddest part. It’s always hard to discover that people, whose presence is all that you ever wished for, are gone. Forever.
This is a thought provoking post. Glad I read this one today. 🙂
Thanks for your great comment!
This post is an extract from a book I wrote a long time ago. On the rare occasions when I revisit the book, I come across some sections and wording which I consider strong material. This is one of them. Cheers Tina.