FORGOTTEN BETTER DAYS (Jilly’s Half-poem Challenge)

Smoke gathers round the rim of my coffee cup
remnants of the skirmish in my untouched bowl of cereal
your suitcase sits by the door, the new leather one
not the weary worn green canvas with tags from our trip
to Paris last summer
leaving me with a million

Forgotten better days and a badly written play

Blurred words seep through the wall
you on the phone with some unknown
Voice feeding you honey, I could tell
From the dulcet tones I have forgotten you have
I hear a different man
But no different from the one I knew before
How the years have taken from me
I only have this shadow of you

Forgotten better days and a badly written play

What good are they?
Could they lead me to where we began
Show me our rose scented days, play our romantic lines
So I can salvage and haul them to now
Animate our wooden words and dull eyes?
Then, maybe, we can be the couple that we used to be.

The texture of wood and a broken heart

I am writing for Jill’s Half-poem challenge – to provide the second half for the first part of her Forgotten Better Days poem.  The part I wrote is in boldface letters.  The poetry form is a Bop.  Please click the link to visit her page and to read more about the challenge and the form. 🙂 Thanks.

 

WPC:  Texture

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