I love you,
But you loved me.
How crucial
One letter can be.
Where did it go,
that love we shared?
You lost it
Somewhere
Along the way.
Perhaps one day,
I’ll lose it too,
But that day won’t be
Today.
I love you,
But you loved me.
How crucial
One letter can be.
Where did it go,
that love we shared?
You lost it
Somewhere
Along the way.
Perhaps one day,
I’ll lose it too,
But that day won’t be
Today.
Again this poem is part of Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab, which you can find here. I actually wrote this before seeing her prompt, but it fit so well that I decided to just submit it anyway. Hope you enjoy it.
The First Day of Spring
Just as in Winter
Even the prettiest flowers whither
And die,
Longing for the summer sun
That makes them whole.
As they wait,
So I wait for
Your return.
Knowing that until that
Beautiful, joyous first day
Of Spring,
I will never more
Be all that I can be.
The memory of you lingers
On my mind
As the fleeting kiss
Of smoke
On my lips.
Persistent, untouchable,
Inerasable.
The faint stench of a beautiful memory
Becomes bitter
In your absence.
This post is a response to the wonderful Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab class, which you can check out here: http://maraeastern.com/2015/03/09/poetry-101-rehab-second/
The theme this week is Second, and here is my effort.
Tick, Tick, Tick
Since you left
No-one has bothered to fix
That clock, the one that hangs
On our kitchen wall.
Tick, Tick
The valiant second hand struggles in vain
To move on,
Repeating the same mistake,
Striving, but never quite making
That vital step forward.
Tick
A constant reminder,
Every second without you
A courageous failure.
Why does it even bother?
Tick
Click
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