You don't know me
you never will.
I'm far away
And I did
try
to let you be
That perfect person
for a while
To melt
gently into
that rush of
blood
And muck
that's me.
I won't
feel you
anymore
I can't
even remember
how I did
And I am
invisibly
distilled
in your laundry
bag
And you
are nowhere
at all
My eyes
are gleaming
As I lean over
your still shadow
Waiting
for me to
miss you
as I do not
kiss
the mess
that no longer
Sleeps
on my pouting
pillow
Waft your way
across
tomorrow
will you?
While I
hover here
in your darkling
den
when
waves sleep
silently
In another world
that knew no storm
or even a quiet
hello
Whispered
from the other end of a life
I never had
And you
did
not
No
know
Yes
guess
less...
Save it
for when
We won't need bridges
to get there
get here
get near
Crushed ice
warming
Footsteps forming
as the sea
pulls away
Mayday
Over and out.
Did you hear that?
yep i heard it :S
ReplyDeletecathartic? i hope so.
ReplyDeletebrilliant poem that so kicks up a fistful of hurt.
just love the words you write and the work you do and in case i have never made it plain to all your blog readers i am so grateful to have you as a partner on discharge.
a notice of closure or a note of hope....hmmm
ReplyDelete"lovely. haunting. like a bumping into an old ex best friend in a crowd of tourists below empire state building. lol - just made that up loved the story told in the words"
ReplyDeletewonder where i found this? :D
nice poem !!
ReplyDelete"lovely. haunting. like a bumping into an old ex best friend in a crowd of tourists below empire state building. lol - just made that up loved the story told in the words"
ReplyDeletewonder where i found this? :D
"lovely. haunting. like a bumping into an old ex best friend in a crowd of tourists below empire state building. lol - just made that up loved the story told in the words"
ReplyDeletewonder where i found this? :D
san: at least someone heard! :)
ReplyDeletecj: thanks. just drifting as usual..
anil: hope for who is the question when the ship WILL sink. closure comes with a price.
vin: thank you
ReplyDeleteprerona: friends like tourists, once you're on top of empire state you can only go down, the ghosts whispered to you...I could ramble on all day ...:)
Hey! lovely piece with a powerful impact!! missed visiting your blog! Nice to be back!! :)
ReplyDeleteInk .. this was too good... tangible ..
ReplyDeletepb: was wondering where you disappeared :) thanks
ReplyDeletearia:just experimenting with metre and rhythm or perhaps a lack of it...glad you could feel it.
Ouch. I'm not sure if this if for a lover (human) or an addiction.
ReplyDeleteThis flowed wonderfully and powerfully with longing or maybe extrication?
ReplyDeleteReading it was like sliding down a slide your insides feel the fall.
mermaid: is there a difference? :P
ReplyDeletedoc: that's where need and want get blurred. your right, the momentum builds enough to take one out...perhaps, with that sinking sensation of triumph?
No new poems ??
ReplyDeleteBreakups are wretched alhtough this sounds like it's for the better, I hope.
ReplyDeleteI hear you loud and clear.
Is a crappy feeling to be treated like bottom of dirty laundry.