on this scrap of destitute paper
i scratched words for you,
not much time, never enough room
i wanted to thank you for the phone call,
the awkward goodbye, shuffling of feet,
dishes clattering, that empty sink
your nervous hands
the wonder of modern technology,
being able to hear it all,
to know you were fishing words
from the leftover bubbles; wet plates
this time it will be simpler,
no phone calls at departure gates,
no final tears for you to call me a baby,
try to hear me laugh, once before take-off
while you sleep,
the frenetic dreams you will have
oblivious to this world around you,
i will have crossed hours of ocean,
dark skies and several countries
when you wake, a part will be repaired
as i fall into the arms of a best friend
with every tear i held and contemplated,
before i let go: i had too; she'd know anyway
as you recover, sleep will anesthetize me,
jet lag and dreams; not as pretty as yours
then i will rise, realize it was all just that
a pretty dream,
an unspoken understanding,
one i love you,
another; don't be saying those things
it's enough isn't it?
it's enough
A contest entry
- one day ;; contest by Kathraina.
575 points, ended November 10, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Ya think?
Comments
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I love the heartfelt emotion that you have poured into this poem. I think what makes it strong is your mention of the simple things that are always remembered.
Love,
Amera♥
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it hurts. it hurts to read. and that is what good poetry is all about.
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Really good job with this piece, I love the imagery you've painted here with your words. Nicely done!
bravo and thank you for entering
♥ kate -
Oh my, Chez!
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This one really captures the heart.. Nice write!
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Sometimes we have no choice, it has to be enough. sigh...
so beautiful hon.
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and I will be waiting at the gate with a silent knowing, sometimes even with plenty of room for words none will need to be spoken
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damn it.
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chez~
my sweeties, I feel like i am
reading a Diary of yours and each
line is so personal, intimate and
filled to the top brimming over with
love not liquid but thick with emotion
love it my precious friend
Rend
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