Tag Archives: loss of love

SUMMER SOLSTICE BLUES by Jeffrey Littrell

 

one more sunrise you won’t see

one more poem you’ll never read

another wasted night alone

where you won’t call me on the phone

 

it’s strange to even say your name

it somehow doesn’t sound the same

no mirror reflects your image now

I wish you could return somehow

 

no one rides shotgun in my car

I sit alone now at the bar

when times are hard, when days turn black

I call out, but no one answers back

 

 

 


LOSING BROOKE by Jeffrey Littrell

 

so now, I’ve given up on you

I never thought that day would come

I was the one who had your back

how could I have been so dumb ?

 

one should stand behind the outcast

and wish for nothing in return

but the only thing I got from you

was a painful lesson learned

 

I, the fool, believed your lies

as you’d deftly genuflect

you lost your freedom, then your kids

you lost your self-respect

 

( so conniving while you conjugate

so trifling as you manipulate

with half-assed lies you fabricate

through the destruction, you now navigate )

 

I realize now with cold resolve

the person that you are

just a fuck-up waiting to happen

alone at the end of the bar

 

so when you cross the finish line

on your road to self-destruction

when the drugs have all but crippled you

so that you can barely function

when all is lost

and you are on the bottom once again

this time, you will not hear from me

you can find another friend

 

 


As Beautiful As You by Jeffrey Littrell

 

sometimes when I stare

straight up at the night sky

the moon makes me smile

the stars make me cry

mountains rise up

and pierce the clouds through

but when your eyes flash like lightning

they’re not as beautiful as you

 

sometimes when I’m talking

with someone I just met

I’m holding on to a memory

trying hard to forget

their attention is fleeting

and their hearts not as true

they’re not as strong of a woman

they’re not as beautiful as you

 

I try to find words

that come from my heart

but to define my love

I don’t know where to start

trade winds blow

across oceans of blue

they’re not as constant as my love

they’re not as beautiful as you

 

 

 

 

 


Black Ribbon, White Flag by Jeffrey Littrell

no one stands beside me
but my shadow on the wall
even in my dreams, I walk alone
my loneliness is painted grey
and hidden deep inside me
only to the mirror is it shown

I wish that I could take a knife
and cut the pain away
extract it like a tumor black with death
lest, this grief I carry
shall curse my remaining days
freed only when I reach my final breath

you don’t know what you have
until it’s gone, is what they say
I must convey I find this statement true
for the only time I felt alive
was when I held you by my side
the only one I’ll ever love is you


BROKEN TATTOOED ANGEL by Jeffrey Littrell

there’s a motel outside Winslow
that they call the Desert Rose
where I met up with a maid named Cheryl Lynn
we were hell and gone from there
a disturbed and damaged pair
when I realized the trouble I was in

they said she was bipolar
but who am I to judge
I ignored her gold band and her loaded gun
with a gap between her teeth like Anna Paquin
and her hair a pretty bronze
shining bright like copper in the sun

we were taking down a liquor store
outside Tucumcari
when the cops came swarming in without a sound
Cheryl tried to take them
but she never stood a chance
I wish I’d died beside her on that ground

sometimes I swear I almost feel her body next to me
I hear her sweet voice
whisper in my mind
one day I’ll leave this prison cell
to fly free once again
and Cheryl, in that great beyond, I’ll find.


DISTANT BLUE EYES FADING by Jeffrey Littrell

come on back to me, my love
the winter’s coming on
I don’t think I can make it on my own

there’s times when I hear your voice
whispering in the wind
it’s driving me insane to be alone

I need you to take care of me
I’ve strayed far off the path
I’m burnt out and my ends begin to fray

I need your warm, wet kisses
and the comfort that you bring
I miss you more than poetry can say


DAYS ARE LONGER by Jeffrey Littrell

 

my muse

everyday you seem further away

more gone than the day before

 

my eyes

have grown vacant

and cold since your passing

 

my love

is like a pail of water

that I spill into the dirt

 

my heart

a pump no longer primed

with valves rusted shut

 

my journey

a labyrinth of turns

testing my sufferance

 

there was nothing

no farewell,

no sweet kiss goodbye

 

I lie here

my heart calcifying

trying to recall every detail about you

 


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