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I found myself tonight waiting for you,
as though you would actually come home
and call my name at the door... while folding
the few clothes of yours I keep washing
over and over with mine, I thought of cooking
things I don't normally like to eat... I thought
of how empty tomorrow seems without you
and I almost died realizing, No One Cares Now...
then a text came asking if I was awake, and what
I was wearing tonight, and if tomorrow
I had plans for the morning, and I remembered
that Love comes in a lot of different forms,
and for another day, I pretended you were gone
for just a little while, and I sent back the words
"Nothing," and "Seeing You..." as if you had sent
some little piece of "I love you" through the words
of some other man. And the moon stayed quiet,
and the world spun on, and I remembered
these days won't last forever, and neither will I...
and for a few hours, I waited for morning to come
instead of waiting for you. And it was sad,
but it was enough to get by. And sometimes,
that's really all anyone can ask for... just a reason
to hold out another day.
going through the motions as if you'll come home...
a lost love....and then another pops up and i pretend he's you.
damn this is sad, Runes--
but so well said.
|| Posted on 2011-04-11 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || the only thing i can say is that sometimes we do what we gotta do to get to the other side, to somehow make living bearable, make breathing a bit easier. |
i find i can't comment much more. this piece holds a sadness that i wish you didn't know.
|| Posted on 2011-02-01 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ] || This made me feel like crying! Being with one man while thinking about another is just a feeling all its own that I can't even describe, but your poem gets down to it so I guess I don't need to. We do what we can to make it thru. I like that this poem is poetry without the poetry & the actions you've included are heart-breaking, from clothes to unliked food to the texts. They are specific & detailed enough to really drive the poem home, but it also shows personality. I also like the first line because the way you phrased it kinda doubled up the meaning of "I found myself tonight". ||| Posted on 2011-01-31 00:00:00 | by Santi | [ Reply to This ] || Relationship wise one might as well expect disappointment even of the slightest but at times it can be a test waiting to be past with ones reactions, replies and respect.This poem is delightful as of you not showing any anger really but more of understanding of things happening for a reason and this remarkable thought of living with them happening.|
Makes me think about what really goes on through a womans mind when she feels let down as she remains firm by looking for another way to hold herself together quite strongly.
|| Posted on 2011-01-31 00:00:00 | by Rex Gold | [ Reply to This ] |