The Chill (Poem: Ron Walker)

The Chill…

There are things I need to say, before my heart explodes…
And there are things, I wish I’d hear, before you turn to go.

I know the wind is cold tonight, but it’s a different chill I feel…
And words we two exchange tonight, will say just how we feel.

I thought that things were different now, you said you really cared…
We talked and laughed, and reminisced, of times that we had shared.

I know the wind is cold tonight, and you must hurry on…
But I can hear your radio, the playing of our song.

If I could change the course of time, we would not be here tonight…
Looking in each other’s eyes, and trying not to cry.

I know this wind is cold tonight, but my heart still holds a flame…
And if you change your mind someday, I hope you call my name.

So spread your wings, and do some things, just know I love you still…
And I’ll come here, from time to time, and face into the chill.

I know the wind is cold tonight, but please don’t hurry so…
I’ll say my piece, and touch your cheek, and I’ll be the last to go.

Standing as we are tonight, we seem so far apart…
The wind blows cold around us both, but it can never chill my heart.

I know the wind is cold to night, but it’s a different chill I feel…
And with this kiss, upon our lips, our parting we shall seal.

Ron Walker November 1998

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16 thoughts on “The Chill (Poem: Ron Walker)

  1. I really hope you do Ron. I find much poetry totally confusing as it is unclear what story is being told, or what message is being offered. Part of the problem (at least for me) is that so many people seem to go overboard with multiple adjectives and adverbs that are used in unusual situations. The result is a very “flowery” text, but I have no idea what it is about! I understood your first line, and what followed simply built up the emotions to a conclusion which was crystal clear. Looking forward to more. 🙂

  2. I hope that this was a lucky escape for you or whoever is featured in the poem. Unless two can connect(as you clearly do with your loving wife)there is no point in continuing the relationship. You certainly convey the chill at the end.

    1. It, was actually my Chill. A long, long time ago. Everything in the poem happened on that windy cold night. The song, the radio, and the parting kiss. That was over a decade ago. Before, I met my soul mate and married her.

    1. I don’t know why it’s coming up anonymous. Anyway, it’s me from “Animals Are Feeling Beings Too.”

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