As I lie and listen to
a song that once had
such specific meaning,
I regress.
The decisions I have made,
and those made for me.
The twisting, churning waves of
my life.
The roll of the die, clichés
coming to mind, and
possibilities pushed away by
inaction as much as
any action taken.
Infatuations that
fell short of
love.
Relationships crushed,
rationalized away.
So I continue waiting for
my “perfect partner”
to come along.
But is someone waiting
for me?
by Erik Shinker
I’m liking this new poetry phase you’re going through!! Or maybe you’ve posted some before and I just missed it? Very heartfelt.
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Thank you so much! I’ve been on a bit of a poetry kick since a breakup this summer; apparently that kind of opened the floodgates haha.
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Breakups tend to do that! Well, it’s nice when something beautiful and productive comes from a broken heart. ❤️
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I thought there might be painful personal experience behind these poems (although of course one can never assume that the speaker of the poem is the author ;)).
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“I lie and listen to
a song that once had
such specific meaning”
Reading this as I’m listening to Golden Earring’s Radar Love. LOL
I can relate.
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And now I have Radar Love stuck in my head 😆
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