Memories swirl around in my head of that happier life we once lead.
With you by my side
Reenactment of those days is all that’s left.
From your memory, I have nowhere to hide.
However having my fair share of love and bereft.
You can never be replaced.
In her eye's I’ve seen the universe.
Without you, my life is a waste.
Her word's both a blessing and a curse.
"I love you" replays in my head.
The exact words I never had the chance to say.
The visions of you lying naked in my bed.
Your beautiful smile during horseplay.
The drunken nights.
When time blurred and in seconds you forgot where we were.
The bickering and the fights.
The drama you did incur.
She said I am not here, nor there.
Our communication caught in a sorrowful glare.
As you walked out the door, I wanted to say I really do care.
I lost you in the light of the moon in late June.
Your body had been discovered the next day around noon.
I had never expected to lose you this soon.
We never had the pleasure to say our I dos.
This is the worst kind of lovers abuse.
This doesn't seem fair.
I still smell you in the air.
Ripping the petals off a rose.
I place them at her toes.
Flashing grey
In my heart to stay.
I have buried you among the rest of my secrets.
My true weakness.
Her.
About the Creator
Shellbell kuhn
Hi all, I am midwestern Basically I am saying You won't find any Southern Gothic, No San Francisco beats, No New York poet Because well, Where I come from we don't have a cohesive tradition.
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