Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

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


Kathie Brown said...

These were fun! Nice job!

Anonymous 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.

not displayed said...

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