In the bedroom
scrubbed clean from the shower
my hair in wet tangles, smelling
just the way you used to like it
and above me
the lights go out
without a flick of the switch
Immediately I think of
you,
and I keep the faith that
your spirit
is still with me
perhaps you have drifted down from Heaven
to say
hello
and above me
the lights come back on
without a flick of the switch
I remember how we'd lay in bed
wrapped in each other for hours
and you would tell me
my hair still smells sweet
even hours after my shower
and above me
the lights flicker back out
I am nowhere near the switch
But you
must be.
What do you think?
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An unfolding story that ends without an ending. Nice.
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wistful and wishful
such a deceptively simple poem about grief and keeping a loved one alive, and possibly, just possibly the joy of an eternal connection with those we have lost. I relate to all the powerful emotions expressed so well in this piece.
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wow
powerful and stirring....u r another bronte in the making...a shower represents cleansing of guilt and the flickering light your bright days a moment behind a cloud and if u remember clouds on hot summer days r welcome....auntie say hellllo to Mike
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Lovely interesting poem, I hope you are right
David
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Thanks
Im doing alright yes...Its weird trippy things like this that actually keep me comforted in a way. I kno the spirit of my ex is watching over me, letting me kno he's ok
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