We share pleasantries passing each other
On area streets
Waving acknowledgement
Conversations are light, mostly unrevealing
Years pass by, yet we only share
Pleasantries
Widower now, he sits alone
Watching
As we work in partnership with gardening
Chores
It is sad to realize this neighbor cannot
Reveal
Thoughts, emotions stored inside
He believes
We couldn't share
We wouldn't understand
We couldn't be trusted
With inner fears of loneliness
Of his widowed years.
written by Pauline
copyright November, 2006
6 comments:
You can only get in as far as someone will let you.
So true! Yet I see him hidden inside his home seemingly out of view. Sitting, watching, wishing he still had a partner too....
Alone by fate, lonely by choice. Very sad.
Some people when they lose their partner a part of them dies as well and they become loners themselves.
Part of this is because we never became more than neighbors in the beginning. So how could one open up to a "stranger"? It is sad.
Your poem is sad yet.. so eloquently written. You embrace the truth and the emotions . Thank you for sharing.
Relationships are dificult. Even when we try to embrace another they hold and find barriers to friendship offered. A clanish type of thing, some accepted some rejected. It is an unfortunate part of life and social circumstance.
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