As footprints on the beach are washed away,
like tears may dry or dreams will die at dawn
are memories of streets we walked in rain.
“It’s not like that”, you said, before you left.
Closing doors I sipped my coffee growing colder.
Being older in the eyes of you — beholder.
Fast sketch of withered oak by John Ruskin
Linked to Open Link Night at dVerse hosted by Grace.
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September 6, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Nice sound: “tears may dry or dreams will die at dawn”
Sadness and specificity today, brother; breaking up, separation, heartache–all linked to closing doors and cold coffee; sweet.
That’s the second heartbreak/break-up poem from you this week, Bjorn. They both convey feelings to well. In this one I love the footprints being washed away from the beach and the final lines – so final.
So much sadness in the beautiful sounds within this poem. I found ‘Closing doors I sipped my coffee growing colder’ especially powerful.
This poem has a delightful rhythm despite it’s plaintive statement.
I like this one. It has a good rhythm.
Read this several times just for the sheer joy of the words though the subject is much the opposite
The inevitability, the helplessness in not being able to change the outcome.
Your last two lines are soooo powerful!
They say that beauty is ephemeral. So it is possible to find it in anything. From footprints on the beach to the best moments of our lives. This poem is different, it has that powerful, timeless quality that betrays traditional, fragile beauty. Needless to say, I loved it.
Sadness and heartbreaks makes everything taste colder. Enjoyed this one Bjorn~
I echo Grace’s comment. The world seems duller colder after a broken heart.
Anna :o]
It is interesting how our perceptions, memories, and description of things change as we age and the coffee cools. Great descriptive poem.
This is wonderful. I love the internal rhymes, the details, the sadness and melancholy.
This just breaks my heart. Lovely, but sad.
I love the art of withered leaf and the desire to be more connected to the other, who doesn’t ‘see’ you or accept your aging is par for the course.
the footprints and the rain, things that bring a lot of emotion to the surface, I am sure the one who left was not trying to be difficult
Oh, I can identify with the words and photo!
Beautiful, yet so sad, and I shed a tear.
This perfectly captures the feeling. Nicely written.
“…memories of streets we walked in rain” — beautiful images, and sounds in this poem.