Left Behind

green shirt
white shorts
mellow music
your book
and a walking plan

peppered kisses
soft words
sweet satisfaction

echoes of
your voice
a little burn
on my face
our beautiful dance

the message you
left behind
by leaving all this behind
is right here
where I can’t possibly
misplace it

it speaks
and strongly enough
that I can’t possibly
mistake it

it will get me through
the days
you can’t be here.
days when I might
have grown
just a little afraid
you’d left me behind.

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5 Responses to Left Behind

  1. Karen Schertz says:

    This is wonderful! You inspire me to try writing again. Thanks so much!

    • cjromb says:

      You totally should, Karen! It’s amazing once that door gets opened. 🙂

  2. Jeffrey Harris says:

    Once you have grown you are no longer left behind.
    Peppered kisses aside, The echoes of your voice still reside.

    I like this very much CJ! Thank You for sharing your thoughts and intimate feelings.


    • cjromb says:

      Oh, I LOVE that Jeffrey! 🙂 Especially the first line. Completely true.

      • Jeffrey Harris says:

        You have inspired me as well. I have been through the wringer. You poems, muses and writings contain feelings that I have been able to associate with.
        Thank you CJ.
        I will still be sarcastic!

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