And she found me in the living room
Staring blankly, watching the television on mute
She said,
"You can turn the volume on, silly."
But I think she knew
I wasn't watching it
Because these days
My focus is elsewhere
Somewhere around
16th Street and Locust,
Wandering around the train station, perhaps,
Where I kissed you last
The way my tears caught me,
And I walked away without really even saying goodbye
Maybe I'm caught in the elevator, where I always pulled you in close
And you'd pull me in closer
Somewhere in between
My bedsheets
Where we slept the night before, like nothing happened
I was buried in your shoulder,
Your arm was clutched around my hips
There was no air between our kisses and no space between our ribs
Somewhere amongst all the songs that remind me
Or the words that haunt me
My troubled excuses for art, or the poems I thrust at you
When I didn't have words and walked out
Somewhere in between the memories of you on Friday
The way you looked so small, staring out the window
Saying "I wish I knew where you went."
The way you held me tighter the heavier my tears got, as if to say
You knew
I wanted you to say that you didn't want me, you didn't want to fix things
I wanted you to say I didn't mean a thing
I wanted closure, I wanted no hope
I wanted out, and done, and over
Instead, I mumbled about being unattractive when I cry
You lifted a finger to catch the tears
And told me I was beautiful.
She turned the tv off, sat down next to me
She said all the words you are supposed to say to someone who's hurting
The words you say when you know
Their thoughts are too loud to hear you
Author notes
distance does not make the heart grow fonder.
A contest entry
- Original Tears by I-Am-Custard.
600 points, ended April 22, 2007, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Congratulations on the gold. You have written a very poignant piece. It really draws you in to the emotion of it and almost creates a slow motion effect like trying to linger in the last moment of a heartbreaking good bye. Nicely done!
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And now this contest seems worth it! This is beautiful! Brilliant use of free-verse, pain is subtle, but as a result, all the more real, the person in this is REAL, and I want to give her/him a hug to make it all better. The first perosn format was perfect for this, good job. Only little criticism is that you could do with a tiny bit more punctuation, but that's it.
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Beautiful
Wow this really touched me and i can really relate...and it's not crappy...it's beautiful...i got chills i love the way this poem flows....
Keep up the good work
Love, Kaylyn
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this is a good piece of poetry i find which you have written here with some style, it holds a nice gentle rhythm to the poem and the flow is very nice indeed. i thank you very much indeed for sharing your poetic talent. i enjoyed reading it. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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Intelligent.
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I don't think it was crappy...I actually don't really like free form poetry generally, but I thought this was really good! Don't be so hard on yourself...it was beautiful...sad, but beautiful. I love the last line of the poem...you know how come phrases just really grip you HARD? That's what that line did. I loved it, keep up the good work.
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Very good!
I wont(go technical on you) because I feel this and I behave this way and believe you me I feel surprised at myself, I know I'm not weak but sometimes the reassurance is the only key! Well done, you touched my heart!
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