somehow
we’re back in this place— apart.
i’m tired already,
crying already,
as these minutes dissolve into hours,
hour-glassed memories,
and a hazy picture of miles between
a sunshine boy and his flower girl.
my words are lost,
buried beneath your old bed-covers,
sheeted in your scent and smiles.
we made the air shimmer,
break, and glitter,
creating a twin-sized utopia
where nothing, nothing, could touch us.
now, once again breathing lonely,
i resort to a few lines on paper and someone else’s guitar,
swallowing starlight in an attempt to keep you close.
suffocating, August rolls in,
seeping beneath the door and
bathing us in humid disillusionment.
my heartstrings pulled tight,
i am shaking tense and hoping
(perhaps knowing) that we can do this—
one more year and two hundred miles,
tears in the dark and whispered prayers:
somehow.
Author notes
Not my best *shrug*
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Not your best, eh? Hmmm...really? I must be some sort of bum to like it, then.
I really enjoyed reading this...the word choice was brilliant...and so was the meaning. Wow. I loved this.
Kudos. -
I love this because of how different and unique it is. Making this a truly magical piece for the reader to savor. Thank you for sharing and best wishes to you. Keep that pen handy dear poet. ~Midnight Lace
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We are our own worst critics. Nice piece. Raw and new but extremely familiar. Cyb
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I really, really like this poem. I'm not sure what is exactly, but it's very real - the emotions are tangible.
You'll make it through, if nothing else but for the moment of reunion.
My only criticism might be that I personally very much dislike uncapitalised 'I's.
=> Jess
(PS, even though it doesn't quite fit the description, you could enter this in my contest. I've come to realise some of the better write mightn't neccessarily come to me).
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