Subtle Tears
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“One of the hardest things in life is watching
the person you love, love someone else.”
-Unknown
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I was not in her heart
When I loved her.
I was the friend
Who heard her laughter,
Who shared her tears,
Who became the oak
In her mighty wind
And storm,
The safe place of refuge
In her quiet mind.
Her heart was with him,
The man she loved,
And who loved her
In his own way.
The man who knew her,
And then was gone,
And gone too long,
And not long enough.
The man who would make her
Look twice,
Who gave her two children
In three years,
The man who never
Knew them.
The man who found
Her smile insufficient,
Her kiss
Unsatisfying,
Her touch
Coldly surreal.
I remember the bruised arms,
The trembling look in her eyes
As she told me how she
Had fallen down the stairs.
And the cut on her lip.
She said she had run into the door again.
I remember the week
She went to her sisters -
And he found her,
And the children
Saw their Mother cry
For the first time.
I remember her pleading with me
To go
Before
He got home...
That she would be fine.
These are for her,
These softly red roses,
Long stemmed,
I'll just set them here
Beside her,
Where she rests now.
And miss her....
Copyright © 2009 Richard D. Remler
Too chilling and eerie! He murdered her??? La what a wonderful tribute to abuse. Excellently poignant and bittersweet. Haunting.
What a nice write as a tribute to women who live with abuse on a daily basis.Love seems to fly out the door as the night comes crashing in, as screams are muffled and excuses cover all the bruises The hurt and pain in the lives of women who put up with such horror.All because they call it love<3 that's not love.
Made me shiver and made my heart stop for a moment. Such sad, sad and tragic tale of love... Silently weeping inside.
So sad but so true in our world. God help us.
"The man who found Her smile insufficient, Her kiss Unsatisfying, Her touch Coldly surreal" The story teller tries to keep as much as possible polite and not strongly incriminate the abuser, nor take his side, yet those lines shows such a tremendous love for her that made me shiver. Great poem, thank you for share.