I waited, from midnight to seven
on your doorstep to heaven
but you held on to the keys
as I was left out here to freeze;
now as morning has broken
not a word has been spoken
denying, confirming with stillness
that love is nothing but illness;
I retire forever and leave you
my heart beats, broken in two.
Sarah hosts today at dVerse, and asks us to tell about stories, emotions after Valentine, or something similar. The picture above I took on a business trip to Seatle, the morning after Valentine and I have always wondered about the story behind it.
Sorry for just doing a little nursery rhyme about such a heart break.
That is a great picture, and a great story to go with it! I honestly don’t blame you. Time to go and get warm. Love the rhyme, they give a real energy to the poem.
I hate it when that happens.
It has a great lilt and packs a real punch for its size!
Nursery rhyme, yes…with that underlying tone, and…that love is nothing but illness;…that line…..
This is incredibly evocative, Bjorn! I resonate with; “not a word has been spoken/ denying, confirming with stillness/that love is nothing but illness.” 💝💝
I’m reticent about pressing “like” because this is so heart-rendingly sad. Well written Bjorn. ☺️
Unrequited love. This broke my heart. Well done!
the rhyme works so well with the content. Twice today I’ve read that love is a mental illness. . . 🙂
So sad – but sometimes a simple nursery rhyme tells the story best!
What a heart breaker this is Bjorn.
Oh the poor crushed heart.
Bummer. Better days ahead, one hopes. Well done BR
Nicely written poem.
Sometimes love doesn’t answer the door and half of those times we’re glad eventually it didn’t. Whatever the case the vigil is vatic with poesy!
great match poem to picture.
I’m sure the heart mended 🙂
Superb..that image of freezing out in the cold hit hard.Well done!
The poem is sad, but the photo is mysterious. I don’t blame you for taking that shot. It does make me curious. I’m hoping there’s actually a trail of hearts inside.
I love how you have woven a tale around the image.
Great rhyme and cadence in this Bjorn. I especially love the final insight: “.. love is nothing but illness;” All too often, I’m afraid.
Bitter, humorous, heartfelt.
This certainly would make one want to retire. 😭
You nailed it. After just such devastation, I actually did retire forever from the game of love.
The rhyming worked particularly well to drive home the heartbreak.