time

Is it time to go home now,
she wonders as she checks her watch,
reluctant to get up and walk on her own,
feeling lonely and unhappy,
wishing someone would call her phone,
just so she could feel wanted,loved and
not alone,
but it doesn't ring and so she leaves it alone.

Walking through the park,
she looks at everyones faces,
wonders what they're thinking and feeling,
and if any are like her.

She's not looking for love,
she had that now but now it's gone,
he took it all away and gave it
to someone else, who was there and
not just on the phone,
she had him but now she doesn't.

She pulls down her sunglasses,
pitch black like her heart,
and she fights back her tears,
whch will drop from her hazel eyes,
but one escapes and runs down her cheek,
she raises her hand and brushes it away,
he's had enough of her tears,
her love and her life,
but she can't stop herself now and again,
thinking about him and what they could be
doing togther right now,
but he's with someone else,
a ring on his finger,
a wife in his bed, and a life she plays
no part in.

She believes life is a play,
she was his main character,
untl pushed away for someone else,
dropped from the stage,
into the curtains,
to watch him smile away,
as everyone watched and her heart broke,
broke past mending or fixing,
just broke for good.

Left her not wanting to love again,
just leaving her cold and bitter,
and unable to want something emotional,
just something physical to fulfill a need.

She doesn't know where her feet will now take her,
she just puts her left foot in front of her right
and keeps her head up ...

He alone

He rows on his own,
watching the world go by,
he pulls his strong arms back,
back with the oars,
people think its exercise,
but he knows deep in his heart,
he's looking for something he lost.

It's not to be found there,
she left him long ago,
but he comes here to remember that day
on the rowing boat.

He gazes around at the water,
as though looking for her soul,
looking at the other boats,
incase she came here too,
looking to find him and give him
back what he cherised most;
her, her love, her touch, her look
into his eyes,
but alas she's nowhere to be seen
and he gets a pang in his heart,
that stab he knows well,
the twisting of the knife to give him pain,
as he knows he will never see her face again.

The sadness kicks in as the sun sets on him,
it's taking its heat away, leaving him cold,
as she did too not so long ago.

He pulls on the oars with his strong arms,
going as slow as he can,
to not face the life, the life that
he lives alone after he's walked home,
to what was once their home,
where they shared their love,
but is now just cement and stone,
a cold, cold place where he lives alone...

Picture of affection

A picture of affection,
comes from the rowing boats,
smiling, happy faces in the sunlight,
they look at each other,
eyes lock and hold,
so happy they're together,
and holding hands on that boat.

The boat rocks as she stands up,
to get closer to him for a pose,
in the picture he will take,
making their love exposed,
they now sit side by side,
on that rocky little boat,
she holds his hand tight to show,
she never wants to let go.

He puts his arm around her,
and pulls her to him tight,
their bodies touching,
their hearts alight.

Under the bridge they sit,
in the shade from the sun,
knee to knee, arm to arm,
heart to heart.

He checks his watch,
time to row the oars back,
back to take the boat,
he turns and smiles at her,
as they make their way home,
their love won't end with the boat ride,
or the walk home,
it will go longer than the sunset,
the sunrise and seasons to come...

People

People carry on by,
some smiling, some holding hands,
some taking photos,
some all alone,
sad and happy faces,
some thoughtful,
some expressionless,
some making their way home,
the sun begins to go down,
shadows are over the trees,
some sun is still left and burns down
on the people,
keeping them warm 'till they reach
their destination...

watching

Sitting, watching the lake,
just like my life going by,
flowing in a direction,
unknowing of the end,
where the flow will end,
stop or not,
carrying on,
not knowing its purpose or its aim,
just flowing somewhere unknown...