Moments before I wake up
I still feel you touch me
As you had not so very long ago
My body remembers
As it aches to confirm you
As it had what seemed just moments before.
Once my eyes open
Reality surrounds me
Your absence so stark and sure
Conciousness defends me
As I step through the pieces
Of the broken glass shattered on the floor
What were you thinking
As your anger drove you beyond me
When you walked out slaming the door
Does your body remember
How it once touched me
In what seems like only moments before
Sunday, August 17, 2008
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3 comments:
I love this poem!!
I've been reading your blog and was really surprised by all your recent events...just wish I was some hollywood writer who could come up with some magic words to say how sorry I am for what you're going through, and to tell you that you are such a strong person that you really will get through this.
They are like a shadow in our minds as we turn to where they "used to be" in the night. The void will fill and he won't be missed the way he is now.. I got sidetracked with school and the storm.. your voodoo doll will go out friday!
It's always amazing to me how creative minds reach new and greater heights in the wake of emotional disaster.
Ride the wave my friend, and write until all the ripples have settled and your ocean turns to glass. Only then will you turn and see your true reflection.
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