I Will Find You

Terry TrainorStarred Page By Terry Trainor, 14th May 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A man comes home to find his wife has left him. He waits for her to get in touch but she dosn't so he waits and he waits. Then he goes out to find her.

I'm Home





(Click for music. Clannard 'I will Find You')

My key
turned in a heavy wooden door and I walked in, wiped my feet, and shouted ‘Hello I’m home’ it was met with silence.
I walked to the kitchen nothing, then to the front room nothing, then all around the house, the house was empty nobody there.
So I sat on a chair and waited, no phone calls, no notes I sat on a chair waiting, knowing she had gone, she’s left me I know she has.
Slowly walking up the stairs looking in her wardrobe there were no clothes, her dressing table empty, but there was no note, nothing.
I phoned her friends, listening hard to the temper of their voices, listening for hesitation, listening for a sign, there was none.
So I went back to my seat my elbows on my legs, my head in my hands thinking, thinking of where she might have gone, nothing.
Why has she gone, where has she gone, what have I done, so I sat in the chair all night thinking and as a sun creeped into the room I waited.
A bright sun moved across the room as the day went on, mustn’t leave the house she may come back, she might phone, so I sat and waited.

Love at First Sight



I met her many years ago the moment I saw her it was love, we sat at a table lost for words she laughed at my shyness and smiled.
I told her to go and join her friends as I was no company, hoping she would stay, she said no she wanted to sit with me and talk.
For the first time in a very long time butterflies fluttered in my stomach they moved up a bit and began to flutter in my heart.
A light shone behind her and filtered through her spiky hair her face glowed she leaned nearer, I was sitting with an angel.
The night passed so quickly my mouth was dry I wanted to meet her again but did not have the courage to ask, if she said no what would I do.
She looked at me with her blue eyes my soul ached, this is the right time to ask but like a silly little boy my words would not come.
As I looked into her eyes she stopped talking and looked into mine this was the moment, this was the right time, it was now.
My hand slowly moved across the table and I touched her hand, she did not move it away, ‘Can I see you again sometime, if you’re not busy?’
‘I’d love to meet you again when shall we meet?’ ‘Tomorrow, can we meet again tomorrow?’ ‘Yes I’m off work can we meet early in the day?’
So on a cold and frosty morning we walked along an iced over canal I was freezing cold but the cold did not matter, those were happy times.
She had gloves on and I held her gloved hand every time she gave my hand a shy little squeeze shocks ran through my whole body, it was love.
When the day was over we walked to her door I gently pulled her gloved hand and she turned to look at me and we kissed, and kissed again.

Searching



So the day turned to evening then to night time again and the night turned to early hours and the early hours turn to day again, I waited.
This was no good I must go to find her and I whispered into air, ‘Where ever you have gone I will find you, if it takes a thousand years.’
Closing the front door opened a new chapter of my life, a life of loneliness and bitter sorrow sadness so great, hate was my world.
Walking endless streets, knocking on endless doors, through darkness so deep it ripped my soul, killed my heart poisoned my mind.
It took me into a world where nothing mattered, a world where despair ruled and happiness was just a word that meant nothing at all.
A world of shadows a world where I thought she was in front of me, she was not, a world of lost hope, a world that is meaningless.

Dark Places



My travels took my to dark underworlds, to dark people, people that thrived on hatred and used others misery to enhance their nothingness.
From dawn to dawn looking in shop windows, looking in bars, looking in restaurants asking down and outs in ally ways wrapped in cardboard.
Until my own clothes became torn and ragged and I lay in those same allies wrapped in cardboard still searching, still hoping for that one day.
Years after I closed the front door shaking hands clasped bottles that made things go away for a few hours only to return with renewed vengeance.
The wasted life of a wasted man begged in shop doorways, in tube stations all self respect gone, lost so many sad years ago, lost and gone forever.
The bottle now my only refuge, my only way to get through cold lonely nights when tears ran down a sallow face tortured by emptiness.

You Poor Man



One winter night as I wandered drunk through a city of coldness, people like I once was, told me to f**k off when I begged or stood near.
I sat on a cold pavement drinking hands shaking uncontrollably having trouble getting the bottle to my mouth, terrified I might spill some.
I could see her walking down the road towards me, I sat still in my wretchedness, scared, watching her get nearer.
So I stood in her way she stopped. ‘You poor man what has life done to you?’ She got out her purse and gave me a ten pound note.
She did not recognise me and walked on. She went into a restaurant and sat by the window and a man joined her at her table.
They sat looking into each others eyes, I watched his hand slowly move across the table he touched her hand, she did not move it away.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
14th May 2013 (#)

Thanks Johnnydod

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author avatar Mariah
14th May 2013 (#)

Fantastic!
You write with such emotion Terry, that your reader believes every word.
I'm choked up after reading this. because I could feel his pain. Brilliant ending
Very Well done
Thanks for another great read
Mariah

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author avatar Terry Trainor
15th May 2013 (#)

Thank you so much Mariah, you've made my day

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author avatar Songbird B
14th May 2013 (#)

Every emotion amplified in this sad poem of loss and anger..The music is perfect, dark and sombre to enhance your verse..You are amazing at creating a sense of mood Terry..Another great read blessed with a shiny Star merit..\0/x

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author avatar Terry Trainor
15th May 2013 (#)

Thank you Songbird as always my dear friend. The music is very good and one of the best films I have seen.

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author avatar C.D. Moore
14th May 2013 (#)

I hope you are writing a book.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
15th May 2013 (#)

Thank you cd you are such a kind person. Not sure about a book yet.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
15th May 2013 (#)

Captivating...I think you have many books within Terry...

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author avatar Terry Trainor
15th May 2013 (#)

Thank you my dear friend, maybe one day?

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author avatar LOVERME
15th May 2013 (#)

well I’ll get back to this one as a poem I had such a real experience a friend’s dilemma shared

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
15th May 2013 (#)

Just caught up with your latest epic story Terry . I've been away in Kent for three days , but I shall get back to reading and commenting again . Sadly your poem is the story of too many nowadays , leaving broken hearts all over the place . An excellent write .
God bless you
Stella

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author avatar Kingwell
15th May 2013 (#)

I live your stories! brilliant!

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author avatar Kingwell
15th May 2013 (#)

I feel like I'm there when I read your stories. You have great talent my friend.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
16th May 2013 (#)

You are too kind my friend. Thank you for reading.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
18th May 2013 (#)

Your tales are gripping from beginning to end. And very moving too, full of emotions and resonates within everyone. Thanks for the share, Terry - siva

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author avatar Terry Trainor
18th May 2013 (#)

Thank you my dear friend.

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