I wonder if she left because she was scared that she would feel more than just a fling or did she just want you to pay for the bill. Enjoyed this.

Powerfully penned, Neville. Excellent write my friend. Great storytelling. Appreciate you.

Damian

I don’t know, one minute she was there and the next .. she was just history and a poem in the making .. However, I sincerely thank you for stopping by .. Neville 😎👍

A captivating write! Well done, Neville! “)

Your the Boss I can live and run with that .. thanks again & truly tooly .. Neville 😎👍

Great write and deserving of a silver medal.
Cova left because she knew if she stayed three people would suffer.What a beautiful kind soul she was.
Just think, she’s out there somewhere reading a poem or singing a song and there you are ….right there in her mind.
See….she never left you.
🙏

What a deliriously delightful thought you have left here for me .. Thanks a million Peter .. Seasons best & all good things for the swiftly approaching New Year .. Neville

Marvelous piece of writing Fia. Powerful, unapologetic and demanding. This is a well thought out piece. Nice work.

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. Your voice was authentic, focused, and real.. A very moving piece. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

I imagine this was somewhat cathartic once you got it off your chest and out in the open .. You have a fine pen and a lovely voice by the way .. Neville 😎👍

Pow! Truth!

Wow. Powerful work.

Thank you for saying that, John😊

Fia, this is one of the best poems defining the realities of love gone wrong that I have read. Your introspection here is precisely articulate, emotionally honest to a tee, and powerful. This really spoke to me as a man. You really told it like it is with the sincerity of a genuine woman who has been through the wringer. Poetry that does more than engage the reader it made me think and feel deeply. And the spontaneity here is fabulous. Thank you so much for sharing this testament.

John

A powerful and thought provoking piece, dear Damian! Puppets on the string which move to every command of the puppeteer are easily to control…
To follow the drum of your heartbeat was a good idea! Your free rhyming flows easily and naturally!

Excellent, see .. this is what happens when free verse becomes you .. its all prose from here and no cons .. write on .. Neville

I HATE corporations and Politicians. Your poem strikes a nerve which I can easily understand and agree with.

This is really good cuz. I don’t like politics, but you write this so well.

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Back at ya.. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fantastic work, my friend.

Two verses yet they tell the whole truth…. I don’t know how the human mind and spirit will survive and deal with all these negative rushes all around and everywhere… The problem that even when You are conscious and doing what You should do, the environment around You is saying another thing, and we both know how the surrounding affects us and now we need extra extra work! Yes I do appreciate old times. Great write my friend.

You know, the number of poetic rants I’ve written this year alone actually depresses me. It never seems to end. Spilling their lies and spewing their hate on the daily. Everyone I know is numb and fighting fatigue from it all. I’ll keep spilling truth if you do, my friend

I fall for your poetry every time Brenda. Love the wording and atmosphere. Great image too. xox

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I second this addiction. I feel lost and unfocused if I do not write.

I third this addiction.

I love the written word..mine and others.

Great write,right,rite,wright….lol

Very relatable Willow. Thank you for sharing 💕

Brilliantly penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Infectious vibe your words and the musical arrangement my friend. It’s the one addiction that I feed and I refuse to kick. You summed it up well as you always do. Loved this one Willow. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

Damian

You express perfectly what most of us here feel, dear Willow! It’s the same with me – I scream, weep, bleed and laugh my soul onto the paper.

It’s horrific, that ‘silent scream’, the self-reflection not seen in the mirror, the expression held inside. I hear your pen, Willow. It’s LOUD!!! But I welcome it. Let the ink flow, make Rorschach’s of rage across the page. Just know, you are seen!

Curt

Brilliant work.

I don’t run the pen. It runs me, girl. As Shrek said…Better out than in. Excise the wounds so they can heal clean. Thank you, girl. You wield a mighty pen yourself

Thank you, Thomas