Who Would Ever Love Me? (Poem)

[Angee ... The Poet]

From my forthcoming second book of poetry ... Cinnamon & Sin


“WHO WOULD EVER LOVE ME?”



Who would ever love me?

I think as I look at the door

Waiting for the post to drop

Wondering what wings its way towards my letter box

On this fourteenth day of the second month.

Apprehension fills me with dread

Of all the past encounters I’ve had

Spinning my heart in circles and rocking my head

The emotions over-run and under-turn me

Forging my memories into anti-memories

So I no longer know truth from reality.

I think back to the handsome man on the bus

Knowing he walks behind me at the end of the day

Passing me by as I entered my flat alone

So he knew where I lived

He smiled at me each morning everyday

As he sat in the seat opposite me

Then I think oh it was just courtesy,

That he didn’t really mean it

That he was just trying to be polite

But oh how his sparkly twinkle always caught my eye

Unaware he made my day start off that much better.



I imagine the joy I’d feel seeing a strange envelope

In amongst my usual mail

Apprehensively opening it up

My heart would soar with joy

Knowing someone had taken the time to think of me

The effort to choose the right sentiment

The lick or stick of stamp to card

The walk to the post office or post box

To send it lovingly my way…



Who would ever love my smile?

My sparkle?

My twinkle?

My curvy hips?

My saggy rump?

My not so pert chest as age and gravity catches up?



Who would want to listen to my laugh?

My sense of humour?

My wisdom?

My words of comfort and advice?

My moany, croaky voice when I first wake up?



Who would ever hunger for my companionship?

Crave my touch?

My smell?

My warmth?

My intimacy?

Who would ever love me now you’re gone?



© 12th April 2009 – 23:56pm Written by Angela Edgar

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