Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


this is where
disappointment shows
her pretty face
just to ensure
i hurt
i ache
a blame myself
for that lovely smile.
unlike the girls
of my youth,
she does not walk away.
she remains with me,
her beauty
mine to enjoy
for as long as i can endure.
it’s stupid
and i’m a fool,
but i gaze at her
wishing she would go
longing for her to stay
begging myself
i don’t stop,
but, at some point,
i’ve had enough
and at last
i turn away.
it’s lonely
without her.
i can go on;
she will return.
she is the one
the only one
i can trust.

©TA Barnhart June 26, 2020