you did not walk into the barroom
that day; you strode in, lion-like,
As if to eat my heart out.
How was I to know that
My eyes, now fixed on
the squareness of
your jaw, would
see you
last.
About the Creator
Lora Como
ENGLISH LIT HAMILTON COLLEGE. US BORDER PATROL. NINE KNEE SURGERIES. DEADEND JOBS. LAW SCHOOL. RETIRED LICENSE IN DISGUST. ONCE DATED ROGER STONE. SIX FOOT BLOND. EMPATHETIC TO A FAULT. STIR CRAZY. BRILLIANT. LOST. FIND HER TRACKSIDE. SPA
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So the story behind this poem is the death of my most significant soulmate. (far left in the boat). We met in a bar, and it was electric. Together for ten years, and then he suffered a traumatic brain injury, from which he recovered after months in the hospital. The night he died, just days out of the hospital, I declined to join him in the hot tub, and he, mysteriously, drowned. I was the last to see him alive and I still struggle with my decision to leave. Your kind words in allowing me to express my grief, is PRICELESS.
The imagery and emotion in your words leave a lasting impression on our hearts, excellent poem, love your works, subscribed, thanks for sharing!
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