When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…

It’s time


You probably forgot  
that late January   or February  
  a year        or ten                  or a century ago  

Dream-like memory
                    a bad one

It’s time to go   –You dressed up      (for me?       maybe)
                   good-looking coat & hat
                  That winter coat we bought one summer
                  purchased                  never worn    before
                  You knew I liked it

I wondered   if you listened
          if my words were spoken
Was I confused       by chaos          imminent change?

Voice & sound remained absent
There was snow on the ground
I knew the truth
we were         not together   anymore

A night with friends  
not-a-date         just together    somehow

                 Mixed-up drinks          –ours
               Bewildering remarks          –yours

 Silent smiles  (forced)          puzzle sights  (transparent)     –mine

Did  you    reject those  words?
  Can   I      retract?

 We shared a bed that night
 Voiceless dreams     dug our hearts     –or mine
 At dawn    no words
__ we knew the truth __     –or I

_____Adriana Citlali

Open Link Night #144 | dVerse

Author: Adriana Citlali Ramírez

A citizen of the world, born in Mexico city... A physicist (working as a geophysicist) and a part-time artist (creative writing, oil/acrylic painting, photography)… All posts, visual art, and poems ©Adriana Citlali Ramírez. All rights reserved.

14 thoughts on “It’s time

  1. Love is a magical thing..
    and separation from
    love is not a thing..
    for magic to sing
    the art
    of song
    in heart
    for those who love..:)

  2. by the way.. best song ever for

  3. That’s a sad and bitter ending ~ But when its time to go, best to let things go ~ Who knows, what will come next, maybe better than the last one ~ Thanks for linking up ~

  4. sorrow is something we learn – we can never understand it until we live it. I felt this poem was delicate, intricate – like people who know but cannot say. Very nice

  5. You know it’s the end but the impact doesn’t lessen. Bitterness here but not ugly. This is what I call a “weaving” poem, my own term. The past, the present all together but coming out the same at the end, sadness.

  6. The past creeping up – a visitor in the meeting, but trying as we may it’s an absent future that we have. Some relationships are like that..

  7. I love the jarring pace of this piece. Simple in wordage but such a loaded theme of complexity. You are a poetic force to be reckoned with.

  8. Honestly this is my favorite of all the poems I have read for Open Link so far — in the way you have set the stage, the way you have written it, the way you go back and forth with the ‘his’ and ‘yours’ and the way it ends with a real gut punch. I can tell that you really worked this poem, and the work paid off. Brilliant!

  9. I totally agree with Mary. This is an excellent poem!

  10. A pensive moment well narrated with rich and intimate details. Loved it. Thanks for joining on OLN.

  11. oh heck.. that is so sad – and excellently written… powerful work with making the emotions so palpable

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