I can't walk down these halls.
I can't see your friends.
I can't be reminded of you.
I can't hear your favorite song.
I can't be alright now.
I can cry.
I can break like the fragility of a stain glass window.
I can break into a plethora of shards.
I can still bleed.
I can feel you here.
Your scent still lingers on my linens.
Your scent like jack and lavender.
Your scent stains my clothing.
Your scent is all I have left of you.
Your scent brings me lamentation and peace.
I never want to wake, because I wouldn't find you near.
I never want to shower, because I don't want to wash away the memory of you.
I never want to eat, because I only know how to cook for two.
I never want to read, because you aren't here to distract me.
I never want to write, because you aren't here to be my inspiration.
What I'll miss the most is your eyes.
I could look into your deep sea green eyes
and see the universal love that
this world has lost ... We were so lost.
I am so lost.
- Author: Noel (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 15th, 2016 16:04
- Category: Love
- Views: 44
Comments2
WELCOME NOEL ~ Thanks for a well written poem with a very sad and poignant message. In life as we get older (I'm 33) we all go through phases of LOST LOVE. I agree with your poem it is hard to recover and we do fell SO LOST. Please check my poems ~ Thanks BRIAN
Thank you, Brian.
Stained glass indeed is fragile. I like the 'plethora of shards'. A lot of hurt.
yes, a lot... Thank you.
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