Unaccountable amounts of wasted moments like these.
Moments that never got to see the piercing light of memories.
Memories relived, made to happen again.
In a dreamlike trance,
Breathing in your scent,
Unknown after months of change,
But familiar.
Familiar like the embrace of your arms,
The steady beat of your heart against my ear,
The tickling whisper of your voice on my neck,
The razor edged urge in the depths of my throat,
To reach forward,
Barely centimeters of space
And close that void that separates this moment from becoming another perfect Memory.
But your eyes are shut,
You've long stopped speaking.
Smooth intakes of breath,
You've entered a dream
And I've lost mine.
My lips brush the new born stubble of your cheek
And I stand,
Carefully breaking myself away from the comfort of your grasp.
For seconds only I stand and gaze at your sleeping form,
A ghost in the room.
If the past had never happened,
The present would be paradise,
But this moment is our future,
Another memory that will never be perfect.
I smile and leave.
I can wait.
Author notes
My {♥}heart doesn't beat the way it used too. Surrender2Pity
A contest entry
- Spinning Me In Circles[lets put my heart back together] by WishMeAway--x.
700 points, ended September 19, 2007, 13 entries
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If the past had never happened,
The present would be paradise,
But this moment is our future,
Another memory that will never be perfect.
so very true. i loved this.
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I like it. Its well written and I can feel it. lovely.
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Such a strong write, well done and good luck in the contest!
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Powerful imagery
There are some very potent and arresting images in this poem. The whole of the second line, "tickling whisper of your voice on my neck" and "razor edged urge" are three of the ones I found striking. Maybe I'm wrong but your poem suggests a fleeting glimpse of "bliss" in the shape of a few precious but brief shared moments with someone who does not as yet care for you the way you care for him. I perceive torment in it somehow but yet hope in the patience implied by the smile and " I can wait". From what I know of you, it is he who should be praying for the future to unite you.
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