so this is it.
i need to do this. so i dont keep thinking about what might've been
i'm just gonna start and see where it goes.
hopefully i wont hear much in the way of crickets chirping...
this is not anything i've written recently
i just want to get this started already
a little impatient. i know.
without further ado, my first offerning....
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i remember
the way you looked in the morning
after a night
and now it will end
i am changing roles
tonight is the changing of the guard
i am done my shift
too early
but done nevertheless
its not working for me
these supposed reasons
excuses
for you
it is
for me
it is rather confusing
looking through a clear window
the separation not apparent
until i reach out to touch you
and feel cold glass
where once there was a warm embrace
little noises scare me
toward the end i was alone with you
i am alone
now
without you
given the choice
i would choose alone with you
because this alone
is no place to be
without you
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Wow, this poem is amazing!!
ReplyDeleteI completely feel your aloneness!! But, i hope your not alone!!
Does that make sense??
Your an amazing writer!!!
From the heart. The best way.
ReplyDeletethis makes me melancholy. it makes me think it should be set to music.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had some totally eccentric words to describe this, but I don't because I'm not smart like that. But, I will say, that I haven't read anything that moving in awhile. I remember those days.. I thought I had forgotten them, but you just reminded me. It seemed like they would never end. But they did, and now...well, sometimes it's the same, but in a different way.
ReplyDeleteLovely! My favorite part is the last three lines!
ReplyDeletemichelle - thank you very much. really.
ReplyDeletej cosmo - its the only way i know how.
CK - i think more of my writing is along those lines. hope it doesnt bum you out too much...
janah - your comment was really appreciated. its an ebb and flow. i dont know what to say. sometimes i can say the things i want to and sometimes they just seem to be stuck.
wow. i am really humbled and grateful that all of you had such nice things to say....
cinnamon - sorry i missed you in the last comment. yes. the last lines usually end up being my best ones. i dont know why it works out that way. but it does very often. thank you for your kind words.
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