Because I didn't have time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Say what you need to say ... even if you are trembling... even if it is so difficult to get it out... somehow, say it, write it, type it, release it, our souls have but a brief time in this moment

Because I didn’t get time


I never knew our time

Would be so fleeting,

No-one told me

It would be our last greeting,

I never expected

To be deprived of a good-bye,

Left standing alone




After so long…

I still feel empty without you

I still feel

Like I’m missing half of me

Like I touched something true

And it evaporated into the blue,

Seemingly so brief, yet so long,

So real,

This space

That can only be filled:

By you.


So thank-you!

I can’t say it to you in person

I can’t see your face

But I can release these words

Into time and space.

Thank-you for melting my frozen heart

For unlocking my imprisoned soul

For adding High Definition

To my world, dull without love’s nutrition;

For vitamin you,

Even if you didn’t need

Vitamin me.


Thank-you for waking me up

From a princess’s slumber

Of socialised blunders,

To learn what truth and beauty

And unconditional love are truly about.

But mostly,


For looking into my eyes,

With undisguised adoration

And accepting me

as me


Submitted: December 01, 2014

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This totally speaks to my life right now. Thank you, this really helped.

Tue, December 2nd, 2014 1:09am


That's wonderful to read :-) I am so pleased. Maybe this poem was created exactly for you in this moment. Keep well, take care and may all be well and at peace in your situation $

Wed, December 3rd, 2014 12:28am


Great poem, really I like it.
It makes to remember me another great pem of E. Pound:

HOW have I labored?
How have I not labored
To bring her soul to birth,
To give these elements a name and a centre!

She is beautiful as the sunlight, and as fluid. 5
She has no name, and no place.
How have I labored to bring her soul into separation;
To give her a name and her being!

Surely you are bound and entwined,
You are mingled with the elements unborn; 10
I have loved a stream and a shadow.

I beseech you enter your life.
I beseech you learn to say “I”
When I question you:
For you are no part, but a whole; 15
No portion, but a being.

Tue, December 2nd, 2014 11:10am


Thanks so much Cesare, I trust you are well. Lovely that you are reading such powerfully established poetry. I am flattered at your association! Keep well $

Wed, December 3rd, 2014 12:29am

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