On Leaving

by Ben Pickard   Mar 3, 2020



Never a word did you utter that day
That your life here had run its course.
Or that the heavens had called time on your tremulous stay
And would greet you with raucous applause.
It is lonely alone,
You are lost and have flown,
And I'm left with such grief and remorse.

And never to kiss you and bid you farewell,
Or comfort your ills and your fears.
So now I am destined to live and to dwell
In sadness, regret and my tears.
How softly the call
That altered my all
And wrung the repose from my years.

I still see your tresses amidst that of the willow -
They snake and they coil and they tease.
Each stream that I pass has suspended its flow
In lust for a deepening freeze.
A ghost that is gone,
I still hear your song
Which echoes in each of the trees.

But time will elapse and my suffering cease
And all that is broken may not stay apart.
My own time will come and death provide peace;
As stars we will meet and fix what is marred.
Till then, I'm bereft -
You knew not when you left -
The damage you did to my heart.

--

Ben Pickard

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Good man Ben, a mighty win and most deserving.
    Kind regards, Tony.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Tanya Southey

    Beautifully written as always.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Star

    Every time I read anything you write I drift away with the emotion, it’s like I go to a different world. I mean that in a good way!!
    The poetry I’ve been reading here in P&Q this past week, is just so sad. The longing, the pain and the suffering.
    This is incredibly touching. I wanted to leave a comment earlier, I just don’t know what to say!
    Congrats on the win :)

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Maher

    Good Sir, your work is brilliant as always. This hits home for me, seeing a good friend of mine suffer after losing her dad recently. The emotion in this has been communicated well, a signature of Mr Pickard.

    Thanks for sharing and all the best :)

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Ben Pickard

      First off, sorry to hear of your friend's father's passing, Maher. Never easy losing anyone close to us so I do sympathise. Secondly - and far less importantly - thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts.
      All the best as ever.

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    A poem of lament - the pain of someone's absence, of fathoming their own pain, yet holding on to meeting against as stars...

    so much from the heart. This touched me deeply, Ben <3

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