Poetry

Alistair Muir


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5 february 2012

A Fresh New Beginning

 
 

A Fresh New Beginning
 
 
The
sky was overcast porpenting doom

He
sat quietly alone in the gloomy room

 
He sat
at the table still playing with the ring
His
memories of the night flashed before his

Tired
and weary eyes that were still stinging
From
the tears he'd shed just after she'd left
He felt
instantly lonely and totally bereft
It had
not taken long for the return of longing
For her
loving embrace – Oh G-d what was this
Hell he
was in? Why was it now occurring?
 
They
had been together too long to give in
He had
never strayed – never once even looked
At
another woman but yes - - although he worked
Hard he
also played hard – he didn't spend enough
Quality
time with her and although what she'd

Done
was dreadful – he was partly to blame
 
He
buried his head in his hands – sobbing
The car
slowed and pulled up outside
The
sound of raised voices filled the air
Then
the sound of the car door slamming
She let
herself in – her overcoat dripping
At
first they could only stand and stare
They
talked and smiled then did decide
To make
a fresh start – a fresh new beginning
 
They
held hands - - looking and feeling old stirrings

A
portent of what was to come – new beginnings






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