you must have some remnant of a memory
a soft wind whispers across your face
like my fingertips
the sun shines strong on your body,
where i laid my head across your chest
the season is not the same.
i carry a piece of you in my heart,
a perfect hole.
words you used to say,
seared across my vision
ravaged eyes see you for all time
what else can they see?
rain falls heavy upon your shoulders,
teardrops land softly on your cheek.
was it as painful for you to let go
as it was for me?
visions in the solace
from the place we used to stay
am i a ghost? this feels so familiar
yet far away
the silence grips my heartstrings,
and plays them like a harp.
a soft, quiet sound
dances on my eyes
and fairies fall in my tears
they did not have enough time to learn to fly.
the fallen land on the soft spring ground.
their souls will become flowers.
this day,
this heartache,
this is my remnant of a memory.
Author notes
I know there are no capital letters in this poem; it is just my style.
This poem is about breaking up with your love (duh), and then regretting it a lot. I miss his voice, mostly, some of the things he would say to me. Though we're still really good--if not best--friends, He doesn't talk to me the same.
That indifference is my regret.
I'm not sure if this is what you're looking for, but it seemed worth a shot.
A contest entry
- Regret by cirrusfire.
450 points, ended April 29, 2007, 19 entries
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Comments
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Thank you for taking the shot! The indifference you speak of would kill me. You did a wonderful write, expressing very well that feeling of longing and lonliness. Thank you!
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