David Chadwick

A poem for August 2015

 

The Sentimental Line

 

I always thought that you’d be back.

That it was just a waiting game and nothing more,

But then you went and changed the rules

That morning, when you went outside and shut the door.

 

Now I am looking for the sentimental line,

The one that will smooth the edges of the pain,

But I can’t find it, I just can’t find it.

 

Yes, I will play those songs again,

But they will never sound the same.