I miss the way you'd stare into space,
The way in which your playful eyes
Could wipe away my distraut in an instant.
I miss the way you'd speak,
Caressing each word like a book
With a broken spine,
Pausing to make sure your point got across.
I miss the way you'd walk,
With your chin raised high, but not TOO high,
Because you never possessed an air of snobbery.
I miss the way you'd scream at mom
When you screwed up again,
Injustice in its most naive form
Spreading through the halls like a shattered prayer.
But most of all,
I miss your footsteps as you walked out the door,
Cracking through my life like a Magnum bullet and
Leaving me in the gunsmoke.
Mom kept your Jncos even though you screwed up again,
Kept them because she had nothing else left of you.
I guess memories aren't enough anymore.
If I could tell you one thing,
I'd tell you how I'm so confused and shaken by your exit,
But I'm rebuilding myself from the shards of
My shattered prayers.
Author notes
Written August 6th, 2003
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You have me mezmorized with your choice of descriptive wording, as well as the things that you choose to describe. Your poem had a ghostly calmness like you were talking to yourself while barely awake. Well done! I'm off to read more! God bless!
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What a very sad and vivid poem...a great write, very tragic but with a hopeful ending...well done.
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I love it it has that dark taste of rock music. Keep it coming.
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awesome write and a good way to express! like it keep it up. I know what you mean when you said:
"I guess memories aren't enough anymor
~The Demonsgirl~
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