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103. Broken promises

Your voice filled my mind today. 
Your voice from so very long ago. 
Your voice that once spoke to my heart. 
Your voice that used to say how much you loved me. 

If we met now, would we recognise each other? 
Or would we keep walking past and away without a sorry glimpse into our history? 

Your hair must be grey now. 
There must be wrinkles running deep into your handsome face. 
There must be remnants of that love you once had for me buried somewhere in your heart. 
That love, before it turned into hate. 
That love, before it became someone else’s. 

I can’t say I still love you.
I know, I promised. 
But you broke your promise, too. 

I want to put out the light. 
I want to close my eyes and forget you. 
I want to be sure my heart doesn’t love you anymore. 

©Brindology 2016

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74. Empty corner

the corner where you once were is now empty.
only silence fills that space.
did death come gently and hold you tenderly in his arms as you drifted off to sleep?

i shall sit here and wait for this moment to pass.
the sun has come up and let us all see how amazing you were.

the radio keeps playing.
the same old songs are there.
but this pain still cuts like a knife.
i loved you.
i love you.

you stopped my tears,
all these years,
especially when I was so scared.

i won’t let them tell me that i’m not strong.
i will not go back to being lonely.
i’ll be alive,
i won’t give up this fight.

(Dedicated with love and gratitude to George Michael. Thank you for the comfort of your music all these years. Rest in peace, my first Greek love. Xx)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Retreat

71. My father and I 


Noisy raindrops splash down on the heavy green waxed umbrella.

My father carries me in his arms,
High above the drenched path.
He holds me tight,
He keeps me safe.

From my vantage point I see a colourful world:
Umbrellas in a multitude of rainbows hurry past me,
My head turning eagerly towards the nearest one.

Amidst this adventure, my father calls out to me,
He’s waiting to pop a few more Smarties into my mouth.

His eyes smile back at my grin.

How I wish I could travel back in time to that afternoon.
So much has changed between then and now.
He can no longer carry me;
But I mustn’t forget,
He still holds me tight,
And he still keeps me safe.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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Daily prompt: Enthusiasm

48. Close your eyes

Tutup matamu sekejap sahajalah,
Bolehkah kamu ingati senyumanku?

Senyumanku
Yang lama kamu tidak lihat.
Suaraku,
Yang lama kamu tidak dengar.
Hatiku,
Yang lama yang kamu tidak sayang.

Tutup matamu sekejap sahajalah,
Bolehkah kamu ingati diriku?

Close your eyes for just a moment,
Do you remember my smile?

My smile,
Which you’ve not seen for a long time.
My voice,
Which you’ve not heard for a long time.
My heart,
Which you’ve not loved for a long time.

Close your eyes for just a moment,
Do you remember me?

©Brindology with Rosiah Mokhtar & Rashida Sehan 2016

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47. That night

There was that day, that night, not so long ago,
When you held my hand just a little longer than usual,
And looked into my eyes.
I wonder what went through your mind that night.
You didn’t give me a chance to say goodbye.

Did you know I would never see your face again?
Did you know I would cry out for you to return?
Did you know I would never understand what made you leave?

You looked so happy.

Ten years have passed.
That night doesn’t seem so long ago.
I can almost hear you laughing,
Your voice so clear.

You looked so very happy.
You didn’t even say goodbye.

©Brindology 2016

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39. Hope

Shall this be my song of hope?

Why do you not want to sit in silence?

This silence is driving me crazy. I don’t want to hear myself think.

How can you talk of hope when your heart holds nothing but despair?

It is because I am sunk, I am defeated, I am nothing more than the dust covering this earth, that I can think only of hope now. I have nowhere to go. No one to meet. No one to hold my hand while I weep. I have to go up. There really is nowhere else to go.

©Brindology 2016

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34. Unworn

You’re gone.
You’re not coming back.
Your shoes lie empty on the doorstep,
Unworn from now on.

The rain fell that night.
I didn’t sleep because I waited up for you.
Nobody told me you had left.

I sat at the table the next morning,
Stirring my coffee till it got cold.
The ground was still wet.
I waited some more.
I waited till I could wait no longer.

My feet pressed into the soft mud, leaving footprints that I hoped you’d fill.

I walked till I could walk no further.
Betrayal is but another word for the absence of life.

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016

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