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Ooh I do like this, the almost shocking plainness of it. There isn't enough writing about these sorts of things. Janet On 21/08/2007, Lynda Nash <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > Hi, thanks for all your comments and suggestions about my poem. I've > left > > Emily sitting in her window for now and I'm goign to work on something > > else. > > > > I've been quite busy these last few weeks and this is another poem I > came > > up with. Feel free to tear! > > > > Lynda > > > > > > Not Enough > > > > You said you felt trapped > > so I loaned you books on love and romance, > > cut pictures from magazines > > of happy couples smiling, holding hands, > > raving about their grandchildren. > > > > I made black coffee and talked about the weather, > > the neighbours, > > the effect divorce would have on the kids. > > > > Whenever I could I kept you in my sight. > > Studied the way you dressed, > > the way your eyes always peered over my shoulder > > looked for subtle changes in your expression only a friend would notice. > > > > I tracked your movements, > > your route to work, to the park, > > how long it took you to get to the shops (two minutes more than it did > > yesterday?.) > > > > And when I couldn't find you > > I hoped it was enough to hold you > > until the next time we met. > > > > But it wasn't > > so I pulled out all the stops. > > Organised nights out > > to the theatre, cinema, the local bingo hall. > > > > Encouraged you to take up painting, gardening, yoga, > > anything to keep your attention from wandering. > > > > Your husband wasn't happy. > > Said we spent too much time together. > > So I drew back. > > It was then you escaped. > > > > Now you live in the 'suburbs' with what's-his-name. > > You take in ironing > > and walk the streets rattling a tin for Women's Aid. > > > > Or so I've heard. > > > -- Janet Jackson [log in to unmask] www.proximity.webhop.net www.myspace.com/poetjj