Not Coming Home Poem by Peter Handlin

Not Coming Home



My days are thoughtless motion ‘till there’s nothing left to do
Turning stones and pages to find what’s left of you
You made yourself the answer now you’re nowhere to be found
If only you could listen you would here the sound
Of a distant heart that’s breaking
In someone you left alone
Of a lost soul who is waiting
But you’re not coming home

Should have seen this coming should have hedged my only bet
But I let myself get helplessly, hopelessly in debt
All those diamond statements are so useless to me now
Your final selfish sickness kept an empty vow

And there’s a distant heart that’s breaking
In someone you left alone
In a lost soul who is waiting
But you’re not coming home

I know I must move somehow your promise still rings clear
But faith has deserted me; my comfort is fear
Something should be learned from this, something must be gained
There must be a reason to all of this pain
And there’s a distant heart that’s breaking
In someone you left alone
In a lost soul who is waiting
But you’re not coming home

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is about my friend Janice. She had an illness and refused to seek treatment. In the end it took her life. She was quite a large part of my life, and I had a lot of anger and bitterness that she chose to leave when it may not have been necessary. Time has helped, but the feeling of sadness lingers on.
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