Before the Fall that Ended it All

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

My life used to revolve around work a lot and Stephan's abuse (my boss). Robbie, my coworker was always there to give me support. This was written just a few short months before I left work


Smoke outside

Nice warm September evening

Just a reminder of a summer that passed

And the wanting to keep it

The memories remain

And pain me

Robbie looks into my eyes

And I can’t look away

On the bus ride home

To my left he sits in his car

But does not look over at me

He remains in my heart

While I remain on the bus

When I step through the door

Feeling far away from him

He becomes a memory

And as much as my heart loves him

My logic, or what remains

Tells me I love an illusion

Submitted: November 10, 2015

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Jeff Bezaire

Started out cheery, but ended on a sad note. :( Sometimes we are in love with an illusion, other times it's ourselves telling us we're not good enough for that person. We won't find out until we take that next step, but when you wait too long, the opportunity is missed. I've waited too long before. It's always more comfortable to play it safe, but that's not how life plays.

Wed, November 11th, 2015 6:50pm


Very true. It was another good memory from years ago that I wrote about. Always pleasant to look back on how things were and smile. Thank you for your comment. It means a lot.

Sat, November 14th, 2015 12:49am

Joe Kent Roberts

Very Sad Poem. Sometimes we are just "in Love with Love."

Wed, November 11th, 2015 10:55pm


Very true :) Thank you for reading and commenting.

Sat, November 14th, 2015 12:56am


Many times I sat gazing out the window waiting for a nothing connected to love to happen. I could feel it like the loss of life I would think of the song, "I still haven't found what I am looking for." It was just wanting that somebody more than love. I was a shy, naive kid I suppose as I confess this in your comments. I still feel the sadness that your poem breathed meaning for me because your piece transported me back for a moment. Thinking. I like to share how another's writing can do this when it happens. I am naturally visual, and how my imagination sees is how I interpret the writing...or creation. I love fine art too. Thank you my friend of the pen for moving me inside. Your strength is you visually command feeling. Outstanding piece!

Tue, November 17th, 2015 5:28pm


Thank you so much. Your comment meant a lot to me.

Fri, November 20th, 2015 11:24pm

D. Thurmond aka JEF

Nicely written, I'm left with the feeling that I'm missing something(?). ... Thanks for the read.

Mon, December 7th, 2015 7:55pm


I wrote this before I became permanently disabled. I look back at my life now, and it is night and day. Thank you so much for stopping by and giving it a read.

Tue, December 8th, 2015 12:16am


I just saw this Cris! Believe it or not you are totally identifiable as the author of this piece, I recognize your persona! It's so strange to look back in time and literally be in awe over what we didn't know was going to happen yet, our naivety and also sometimes we give ourselves credit. Hey, we were stronger as it turned out than we could have guessed. I know you are my shero. I think at the end too you were kinda teasing yourself like, I could fall in love with a false idea of perfection, but I'm just not that foolish lol. Love you Cris!

Mon, December 14th, 2015 10:30pm


Aww thank you sweetheart. You have always given me so much support. I don't know where I would be without it. Sending you and your family lots of love as always.

Sun, December 20th, 2015 12:36am


Just makes me think of all the secret crushes I had before i knew my wife. Wonderfuly written

Mon, August 10th, 2020 1:16pm


I have only two pieces of writing on here that i wrote before my attack. This poem and one i called "Once Upon a Time.."
It was some time after i got home from the hospital that i was looking back on my journals i kept while i was in university and started work, and came across those poems.
Reading them back to myself is quite hard. I remember the exact moments that i was describing and how i felt.
It was another life...
Thank you so much for all the comments. You gave me so much to smile about.

Mon, August 10th, 2020 6:40am

Sharief Hendricks

This is such a topical and beautiful poem Criss!

So many of use have fallen in love with an idea !

I suppose that is part of life...

Guilty as charged !

Mon, August 31st, 2020 5:11pm


It was something i wrote before my fall and becoming disabled... reading it now really takes me back to a happier more simpler time.
Thanks so much for the comment!

Sat, September 5th, 2020 4:18am

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