An Open Window Poem by Philip Bond

Through does the zephyr waft
gentle does it becalm
as a song ever so soft
reminiscent of a pious psalm...

I hear her voice soft and sweet
these moments are such a treat
her laugh, a sigh
yet ne'er a goodbye
still the breeze allows beautiful memories
yet her chair is now empty...

Sudden was it
no indication an impending split
into the arms of another ne'er to return
through a lawyer this I learn
meet someone else, making instant chemistry
devastated, someone else, no longer with me...

Stunned shaken to the core
she alone is the one, I so adore
no longer wake to greet her face
now in bed the empty space...

Clouds gloom everywhere I gaze
as I contemplate this malaise
what or where to from here
do I search for another to endear
do I look inward for reasons why
or raise the shutters, act the tough-guy
carry this weight to dump on the next
and in time create another ex...

Here lies the fundamental
choosing correctly is monumental
uncovering to heal the inner me
be central to future love and harmony...

Still, through An Open Window does the zephyr waft
as I sit alone contemplating love now lost...


© Philip Bond 2014