I could never picture your face
I had to look at a photo
to see you.
Though you were in my dreams
it was just a feeling,
a shadow of consciousness
that you were there with me
no matter hard I tried
to picture you,
I couldn't.
I have now stopped looking at photos.
I have cleared away
the ones hidden within reaching distance
for when I needed to see you.
I needed time to grieve,
properly.
To grieve over you.
The friendship I have lost
The Closeness that's gone
The melliflous of your voice.
So little time has gone by
since making that decision
But,
I can see you.
I see so many images of you
You even visit me now
in my head
during my dreams.
This time not as
shadow
but
as you.
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6 comments:
yes to the whole thing
and
and a wow
to that final stanza
good one
these are very good poems ~
nicey one! btw i made another comment at your childhood post in case u missed it (:
Floots: Thank you always nice to get a comment from you as you are way better with your writings than me. Thanks again!
jel: Thanks for stopping by and reading the things I have wrote :)
greenie: Thank you, (I replied to the childhood one as well).
:)
Excellent poem!! Agree with Floots, the last stanza is dynamite!!
Thank you Pat :)
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