The daylight creeps in
from between the curtains,
an uninviting sign of another day
and another reminder of
another step further
from the past;
a time when my heart smiled
with a saint’s sincerity,
when every second’s tick
was a deep wordless melody;
a time when I not only breathed
but lived.
Once, every morning,
I could feel the weight of your
dark silken hair
rub against my shoulder
but now, I only feel
the chill of the morning air
cold, passive and miserable.
I search for that familiar pair of eyes,
peaceful, when they hid themselves in slumber;
a wonder beyond words,
when they revealed themselves to me
in mornings that have passed before.
But underneath those beautiful eyes
you were a bleeding soul
and I,
with all my words and songs
flowers and company,
could never save you
as the wound that made you weak within
found its way to your wrists
and you and your beautiful eyes
slipped away from me
into a silence
that would never wake.
The morning light continues to creep in
and I pull myself beneath the covers
to avoid the distressing light of day
but I cannot pull myself away from truth
and I cannot pull myself together.
This solitude is hardly simple
and I continue to struggle
in the silence of perpetual sentiments
of all the things
I could have, should have said and done. |
Submission Name: The Guilt in Knowing You
