Feeling your Presence in your Absence

TheBalladofMebo



I get high most times, But recently it's an always activity

I just wanna feel numb, I don't want to feel anymore

Cause when I say I'm Aight, my feelings follow you

I later max on my ganja, so that I don't call or text

I don't open my bedroom curtains or windows anymore

The cold reminds me of your warmth, I feel your touch in Absentia

This gets me in my feelings really bad.

You were the poison in my meat which I will still eat again regardless

If I die let it be, I'd rather die from a full hurt heart than an empty heart,

It doesn't matter how far your well of affection is, I will walk and even crawl to draw water

I am thirsty.

Though you left, my memories and thoughts recycle moments when You and I was Us

Blame it on wishful thinking, But if I had a Gini

All the three wishes will be You You and You; You close to me, You smiling to me

And I want to see the sunset and sunrise with You.

The aesthetic of a lovely dawn or dusk is never enough without the dose of Your warmth near me.

Till then I will dread for the day when I could not only see you when I close my eyes,

But see you in my awaking and slumber in reality.

  • Author: MeboMebo (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2021 05:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: Do Over
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 24
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  • L. B. Mek

    (thanks for sharing and inspiring
    my little scribbled reply)..
    a write imbued with that youthful innocence of naivety
    where each prick of love, is assumed
    as being a final death-nail to life's worth, stubbornly
    gripping that ideal of romance novel, promised propaganda
    where, happy endings come packaged and gift-wrapped
    and broken heart's, are assumed as irreversible bruises
    when in actuality:
    broken heart's - fix themselves, as best they can
    with the passing of time
    and all the help they ask from us, is that we simply
    find strength - enough, to take one more step
    and one more after that, learning
    with each new path we scout: 'This too: shall Pass'...



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