By now I’m forgetting what your hair smells like
and the gentle touch of your hands.
The wilting flowers on the windowsill remind me of the last time I saw you, when no words were good enough
to say what should have been so simple: I love you. I’ll miss you. Trying this, doing this is right.
Your pictures that I carefully arranged on my white wall smile at me and make my throat ache.
I told you once that there is no ease in the guilt of loving the quiet girl down the hall.
I was wrong. Guilt can dissapate in the wind like so much chaff, but longing never leaves.
The lonely flame inside me is blue like your eyes, and I kindle it with those words of love I thought I had eternity to voice.
Well, I have to say that you have quite a bit of creative skill, you’re a wonderful poet. You really now how to make people understand what you’re feeling with your words.
I’m not sure exactly what happened (clueless newbie after all) but I just wanted to offer you a hug if it makes you feel any better.
Lots of love and hugs,
Kitty
What happened? Oh, nothing in particular. I just miss my girl.
the emptiness that you left,
i wonder.
did you create it or merely occupy it?
the pain.
did you cause it,
or merely antagonize it?
i ponder the nature of us.
i wonder if we should have been.
i wish i knew.
i know nothing from back then.
all i know is the void you left,
and wonder when.
i can’t remember when it got there.
i think it was there first,
before you.
i’m not sure.
i wish i knew…
andygirl,
I really liked your poem. A lot. Raw, honest, and I could almost here your narration (I hope I’m hearing it right). Very cool.
This is just a little counterpoint from my murky brain. I’ve never claimed to be overly poetic, but this is the first thing I’ve written in over six years.
Just some old emotions stirred up by your words.
Thanks for stirring, and I hope things get better for you soon, one way or the other.
um, I could almost hear your narration too…
<sigh> Both those poems were wonderful. I wish I could contribute another, but I can’t seem to write anything without footnotes anymore, in these Last Days of Ph.D.
Thanks, from a fellow in longing.
Very beautiful. Thank you both very much for sharing. **andygirl **, mind if I ask what the inspiration was?
We’ll there’s a vase (actually, it’s a plastic water bottle) of flowers on my window sill. I have pictures of my girlfriend, quiet girl, taped to the wall. Last night we couldn’t talk, and I missed her horribly. I was sitting at my computer and thought, “Hmm. This is poetic.”
Pretty basic, really.
Each morning finds a single soul,
asleep within my bed.
My arms reach out for fading dreams,
that tell what isn’t said.
As each day dawns upon a world,
that never touches me.
I spend a day of waiting for,
a life that will not be.
And each night as I cry in pain,
to stop my own heartbreak.
My bed holds but a single soul,
that prays for death to take.
Been down that road too andygirl.
Hugs to you.
Ya know, if you substitute paws for hands in the OP, it could just as easily be about a dog.
Duke, you know the MLA’s official position on footnotes: “Whenever one is encountered, you should step on its head before it can breed.”
Thanks for the breathtaking comments on the nature of love, Lizard. :rolleyes:
Duke: You know it’s bad when footnotes are longer than the point you’re trying to make. Not that I’ve ever done that. <looks down and shuffles away>
Lonelyness, the mistress whom one grudgingly wraps oneself in like a tattered wool blanket as one huddles beneath the cold harsh night. It is scratchy, and itches, and one is told that it makes the pleasure of a comforter so much warmer, but right now, one only feels the scratch and little of the warmth.
Lizard, I’d be pretty worried if someone felt that way about a dog…
andygirl:
…wow…my soul’s been touched.
And I am so glad that it was simply your missing quiet and not something more drastic (my heart was breaking until I realized it was “just” a temporary separation, not a permanent loss, although, having been there, I know it can be just as painful).
…still, that first hug back’s gonna feel wonderful.
