“Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought.” ― Audre Lorde

Friday, April 5, 2013

She Tried

She tried
to act the part
Believed that love would grow
It only grew more cold, then died
She left.

He breathed
It was the first time in a while
He waited for the pain
It never came
He smiled.

submitted for napowrimo, Day Five, Cinquains

5 comments:

Kathie Brown said...

These were fun! Nice job!

hljourney said...

Great writing today!! Thanks for sharing.

Brian Miller said...

smiles...it is nice when the pain doesnt come, when we expect it

M. A. S. said...

I think I like him.

Mynx said...

This makes me think about my son and his now ex girlfriend.
Great poem