With Great Abandon, Anticipating the Moment of Becoming Unabandoned

You’ve abandoned me.

Not in the ‘left without a word’
sort of abandonment
& not the sayonara auf wiedersehen
walking out the back door
lost in translation, sort of abandonment

This abandonment has
nothing to do with your intent

I know you love me
I trust that wherever you are in the world
Remembering me, you do this with great fondness

Yet, I am clearly, desolately,
so essentially abandoned.

Yes, my postcards show the fun.

Fun breakfast conversation
Fantastic dresses sprung from imagination
A lovely walk, a lovely talk in a park of discovery

Fun, but not funny.

No, to be clear, this abandonment?
It’s a sort of Siamese twin splice
It’s separation anxiety manifest
It’s a falling head first, at great velocity into the great void

I love my life
But truth be told
I love it more when you are in it

Please come home soon
and unabandon me

(Because I love you, because I miss you, & because you put the ‘funny’ in my postcards).

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About onethumbpoetry

Psychologist living in Seattle. My passions; writing, fashion design, photography, amazing conversations.
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One Response to With Great Abandon, Anticipating the Moment of Becoming Unabandoned

  1. David Amdal says:

    G’day Deb,

    Great to read your poetry again….seems like you took a bit of break.

    I did too, down to Australia for January with friends and now back in Fremont for the arrival of Spring. Ah, windows open again.

    cheers, David

    On Sun, Mar 2, 2014 at 7:38 PM, onethumbpoetry

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