He Would Leave
He Would Leave…
He would leave you his tears,
salt stains on an abandoned beach,
lone gull riding a cold, lonely wind,
shrieking as the chill bites his heart,
lingering, as spurned lovers do,
waiting, watching, numbed by the
never-passing time. The call of the
trawler slipping over the horizon
gnaws at his soul, his wings make
feeble attempt to follow,
the clicking of the crabs
scurrying over hard, wet sand
hold no interest, nor does the
debris of the beach. He sits, red-eyed,
as another sun disappears,
another empty night
slowly surrounds him.
He would leave you his tears
were he able to leave.
John G. Lawless
9/4/2014
“Leave you my tears” (a variation)
For The Poet II – poetry Contest
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