What He Gave Me

I asked him for
something that lasts.
He gave me pain.
Love flies, he said, but pain-
Pain doesn’t leave
if the door is opened.
It stays and settles in deep,
where no one sees.

I asked him again.
He gave me rain.
Sunlight feels good,
he said, but then it fades
Rain soaks into you
leaving its scent forever
in your breath,
and upon your pillows.

I asked him for something
to fill my heart.
He gave me silence
a lifetime full.
“Let it hold you,” he said,
“when you long for me,
for my voice,

Reviews

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A very meaningful and powerful poem! This reminds me of being put coffee in front of you when you're thirsty and want water. They didn't give what i needed, but something heavier and more expensive... as if it were a substitute for love, lasts... It's a very well thought out poem. I liked it very much.

[DIVYA]

Indeed, we sometimes get something far heavier than we asked for. And we have to carry it for life. Thank you so much for relating to thos poem, Beren.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This reminds me of Robert Creeley if he were writing from a female point of view.
I love conversational poetry...
Sometimes silence can be really loud.
j.

[DIVYA]

Perhaps , the silence compels conversations within. Thank you so much, my friend.