Paradise Leaving Not a Trace
Paradise Leaving Not A Trace
I took the last picture off the wall
then my broken heart started to bawl
on the floor lay your broken vows
fat they lay like bloated cows
The love sworn by your sacred heart
flipped over like an apple cart
the corner lay three mismatched shoes
I sit here , lonely, cryin' da blues
I took that picture and held it tight
sad memories of our fightin' last night
you spat upon my deep, deep remorse
grieved as you beat on that dead horse
I saw dear hope entered my heart today
I saw a picture that reminded me of you
the pretty girl had your perfect eyes
sun shining so like you in her skies
Tell me just one more time how you care
lie to me even if it is an oath unfair
whisper gasps of our sex-filled nights
baby, please forget those recent fights
Lets hang the pictures back on the walls
lock the doors, not take any damn calls
undress as we rush into mad, mad embrace
stay in that paradise leaving not a trace
Robert J. Lindley, 06/21/1976
This was my last poem written to her before my first wife and I finally
divorced. I had my best friend deliver it. He said she threw it into the
garbage can and told him to tell me to go jump into a lake. Next morn I
knocked on the door there, her mother answered. I asked for my poem back
from the garbage can, she got it and gave it to me! I have it still with dried
food stains on the last stanza.
I keep it to remind me that too late is a damn terrible place to ever be!!! This
is the first time I have ever shared it with anybody since she never even read
it.
I hope you may like it , for it shows that young fools
suffer too. And often rightly so...
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