All they left me

All they left me

- L
All she left me was her blanket and an endless silence
One last look before she went through security

- H
All he left me was his chocolate milk and teary eyes
He took the cab and waved his way out of here

- K
All she left me was a bag of pennies and an aching heart
Silently crying on the bus she disappeared from my life

- A
All he left me was one photo together and an empty sadness
With his backpack and a big smile he walked away

- M
All he left me was a drawing of a butterfly and pain in my chest
He tried to leave without a sound as if goodbyes didn’t exist

- E
All he left me was a last taste of his coffee and an cloudy mind
The car drove away taking his words and laughs with it.

- M
All he left me was a strain of tears on my shoulder and deep sorrow
Sobbing and shaking at his front door was when I last saw him

- S
All he left me was the promise of a big brother and a lack of company
Last hugs on an afterparty and then he was gone

- C
All he left me was the feel of his trousers on my skin and too many feelings
The clicking sound of the door of his room and a soft laugh was the end

Reageer (4)

  • IrishNialler

    mooi

    5 jaar geleden
  • Papiliones

    Echt heel mooi verwoord en ook leuk bedacht!

    7 jaar geleden
  • niniwa1

    He tried to leave without a sound as if goodbyes didn’t exist

    - M
    All he left me was a strain of tears on my shoulder and deep sorrow
    Sobbing and shaking at his front door was when I last saw him

    - S
    All he left me was the promise of a big brother and a lack of company
    Last hugs on an afterparty and then he was gone

    - C
    All he left me was the feel of his trousers on my skin and too many feelings
    The clicking sound of the door of his room and a soft laugh was the end


    Deze vind ik het mooist. Je schrijft steeds beter, Jezus, als ik maar een fractie van jouw talent zou mogen hebben...

    (Het is echt tijd voor wiskunde nu, maar ik ben verslaafd aan dit gedicht.)
    (Ik ben trouwens nog steeds gek op You are like coffee, die kan ik nog steeds uit het hoofd opzeggen.)

    9 jaar geleden
  • niniwa1

    Deze is zo mooi en tragisch dat het bijna fysiek pijn doet om te lezen. Het voelt heel persoonlijk en als een echt afscheid. Tranen in de ogen.

    9 jaar geleden

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