- Her Face by Phil Burns
The saddest thing that you can do
Is to wait for her to go
Knowing she won’t say goodbye
She has not yet said hello
You know that she will disappear
Without a backward glance
She won’t listen to you begging
Because you don’t deserve the chance
You are aware that you’re not good enough
That she is someone special
You notice how men look at her
You can’t handle the pressure
Why would she want to be with you
When she can do much better
She can dance and sing a rainbow’s tune
If only you will let her
She can skip between the raindrops
Her laughter lights the sky
Every time you look at her
You ask the question why
The saddest thing that you can do
Is to watch your butterfly
Drifting off to pastures new
Without a last goodbye
anelephantcant 
Toujours magnifique
Tu as une facon d’exprimer ta tristesse avec beaucoup de retenue et une dignite fataliste qui me brise le coeur.
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Merci.
Comme toujours, tu es trop gentille.
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A beautiful poem! 🙂 xx
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Thank you, AnElephant is very happy at your praise.
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I also love Phil’s artwork.
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Ditto, from Phil.
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Very moving, beautiful and sad. AnElephant has the ability to reach deep within.
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You are very sweet, thank you.
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This has great impact.
Just a thought – I may be missing a point but does the ‘you’ have the power to let her dance?
Could it go along the lines of, ‘for someone who can let her’ or ‘if only you could let her’?
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AnElephant thinks you are missing the point.
The lover, especially when filled with concern, writes in allegory, in metaphor, in dream words.
It can go along any lines you choose to write, these are only AnElephant’s.
Although he fails to clearly see your distinction where ‘power’ is concerned.
Very glad you liked it enough to give it so much thought and to comment.
Much appreciated, thank you.
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I really do like it, which is why I am concerned about the one thing I cannot follow. Perhaps I have put it badly.
‘She can dance and sing a rainbow’s tune
If only you will let her’
Up to that point I don’t get the picture that the ‘you’ is in a position to let or not let her do anything?
Anyway.
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What a great piece of poetry. I’d bet anelephantcant get between the raindrops here…probably good for when the streets turn into red mud rivers, but those raindrops will get everything, eventually. Thanks for a bit of inspiration before I go out shopping with the wife…trying to keep this in mind…trying…trying…
Later….
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AnElephantCant skip between raindrops.
That is for the light of foot and heart.
Thank you for your kind words, much appreciated.
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