Another narrative poem. This one is about a man and a woman that meet and fall in love. But the man is unfaithful, and what follows is a tragic story. However, no matter how lonely someone is, there is always someone that cares about them. ALWAYS.
When he walked through the door,
He saw her,
And his jaw hit the floor.
The world stopped turning,
His heart began burning.
He fell into his love,
Like he was dropped from above.
She looked up to see her guest,
Knowing she hadn't met him yet.
When she saw his glittering eyes,
She felt her spirits rise.
This man in front of her,
Made her so unsure.
She thought,
If she looked into his soul,
She would find the other half of her whole.
So it began,
Their love got up and ran.
They took each other,
And would not have another.
Their fate, it seemed,
Was so bright it gleamed.
Loving kept them connected,
But the pain was unexpected.
Eventually, they tired.
5 years later,
Their love retired.
It became an empty host,
For what they hoped for the most.
A chance to recapture their fire,
To regain what had tired.
To hold each other once more,
The tender way they had before.
One night he turned cold,
Told her his loving had been sold.
He had taken another lover,
She felt a dark and dismal shudder.
She screamed in pain,
Told him to be ashamed.
She unraveled before him,
And her eyes grew dim.
This is the cynical nature,
Of our monsters within.
With these ways of learning,
We turn to our sin.
She could not get over him,
The man she loved so fiercly.
So she decided this would end,
She wouldn't stand at the world's mercy.
If she couldn't have that feeling,
The warm glow she felt inside,
She felt her heart had no healing,
And she had nowhere to hide.
When he heard of her death,
He wept and wept.
He told her family,
He was sorry he left.
He felt he killed her,
With his uncaring demeanor.
But didn't know how he had filled her,
When their world had been cleaner.
He hoped his fate would come,
He didn't feel that he could run,
From the guilt and pain inside.
So he decided he would join her,
Wishing he was dead.
Knowing his heart was lost without her,
He put a gun to his head.
As he was about to pull the trigger,
His mother walked through the door.
The same door where they had met,
An entire lifetime before.
"Please don't do this",
His mother pleaded with her son.
"What will I do without you?
Please don't die before me,
Your living still isn't done."
"I can't take the emptiness",
He replied through gritted teeth.
"She died because I didn't care,
And now we're going to meet."
He cocked the hammer of the pistol,
And squeezed the trigger to the brink.
"But what will I tell your sister?"
Asked his mother,
"What will your daughter think?"
His eyes widened,
And tears spilled down his cheeks.
"I cannot tell them that their idol,
Turned out to be so weak."
His mother looked at him,
Disdainful love within her eyes.
"Please don't do this, son.
It hurts now, but pain dries.
Let your family be your guide,
If you need help to survive.
Let us take your hand,
And lead you to a better life."
"It hurts so bad",
He wailed in a whisper.
"I can't believe she's really gone,
And how badly I miss her."
He dropped the hammer of the gun,
And let it fall into his lap.
His sobs became tears of sorrow,
And his mother closed the gap.
She dropped to her knees,
And they embraced in loving care.
"Don't you see?"
Said his mother,
"There is always someone there."
