How to Leave Town

He said he knew how to leave town

better than anyone else.

So I gave it a try

to see how it felt.

I spent a day on the harbor

that I thought would be my last,

but the ducks would haunt me.

My thoughts were too fast.

You spoke a song of submarines

while I traced hearts on your arm.

We fought the day before,

this was once our norm.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

cant work out if this is a sad poem or happy
I got a bit of both from it
loved it
thanks for entry into my competition
sorry for delay judging soon

[R.E. Ray]

This poem is raw, nerves exposed, like live wires. We feel a sadness and loneliness, but also hope, maybe in the "traced hearts" and knowing life is best when shared with someone. Fighting occasionally is not so bad (unless it's physical). It helps us discover who we are and who others are, and that's important to keep fighting from being the "norm." What you've conveyed here is simple and potent in a few words.