Alone. ( Distress tale taken from real life relationships)

She feels alone.

He is going through a spell.
Hard ships might have come but

all the while, his mind remained

closed and he kept her left out.

Countless times she might have tried to

Comfort him, cuddle with him, console

and be there for him but he shut her out.

Days on closed in silence and long awkward

moments, speech was almost lost. Quick

glances through the hallways, long pauses in

instances of a meet. Communication was lost.

Cuddle nights turned to nights out with the boys.

Drunken nights replaced dinner with his woman.

The alcohol that now kissed his lips became his

comfort through the cold, a fleeting happiness.
Through the yippy night folds, he dragged

through the front door smelling of alcohol.

She stayed up late to make sure that he was

safe. Lost through the loneliness, she started

working late. Days on as she came home late

from work, he returned home after a night out

with the boys. A relationship turned formal.

So, he meets another woman through his boys.

a close confidant she might have become.

A perfect distraction for a broken, confused man.
A reassurance he often felt, a solace he had sought.

A comfort through the hard times she became.
Nights on, she became a replacement and joy he

needed from the cold in his home. Love might have

been borne through the eyes of his woman but in her,

he felt a comfort and happiness that was almost nostalgic.

Whispers on the phone, late night texts as his woman lay

besides him in tears often sealed by a silence because she knew.
Months on, the nights with the boys reduce and he starts coming

home early. Realization might have come late. Those daunting

moments might have faded while he watched as his voice broke

after a phone call. Maybe if he had treated his woman better,

opened up to her, connected with her- instead of the frequent

nights out with the boys or in the arms of another woman. Maybe

then, she wouldn’t have started working late and met her fiancé.

He feels alone.

© FloetryC 2015

Artist+Desmond+Haughton

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

4 thoughts on “Alone. ( Distress tale taken from real life relationships)”

    1. Thank you for the compliment, Eva.
      I can understand how that experience may have impacted your life and what you did to make it all better.

      I am reading your piece, “falling” and it is beautifully written. The feelings of sadness, low-lessness are very pronounced. I loved how you were able to capture all the emotions and feelings.

      Amazing!

      Liked by 1 person

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