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Like People In Paintings
Like people in paintings, we sat
Staring ahead, not moving,
Not speaking, not looking around,
Feeling neither alive nor dead,
Just sitting in silence
As our hearts broke in half.
Nobody took our pictures
With cameras they loved
Or painted our portrait
With strokes of a brush
Expressed us in oils
Or faded pastels.
Nobody even noticed us
As we sat there breathing
That hard wooden bench,
That unclouded sky
Nobody frowned, nobody smiled
Nobody cared except you and I.
And yet, the time had come for us
To leave behind
The warmth of embrace,
The joy of life,
The sweetness of kiss,
The beauty of love.
Still as statues, we sat
Shaded by branches
In the gold of the day
Not touching, but almost
So much needing saying
But too frightened to say.
Like people of an ancient time
(For lovers never change)
On history's pages,
They love and laugh
And hurt and cry
And it always, ever, will be.
You and I, saying goodbye
While holding onto yesterday,
Drifting into shadows
With sunlight in our faces
You and I, sitting together
Though a million miles apart.
What is it that rips the soul to shreds
When two bodies become one?
What is it in a man
That gives and takes away?
And what is it in a woman's heart
That will try to make it stay?
Love.... the terror,
The paradise,
The curse, the blessing,
The wound that kills
That leaves you bleeding
And never heals.
The masters painted it,
The composers wrote it,
The singers sang it,
The musicians played it
Yet no one, no one
Has held it in their hands for very long.
Like people in paintings,
Now we posed
With tears upon our cheeks,
Sighing like willows in the wind
But unlike people, hanging, framed,
We stood at last in silence and walked away.
©by Voo Shining Stone
Nov 19, 2020
4:07 a.m.
