Friday, November 24, 2006

I remember

I remember so many things about you.

I remember your voice.
But! I never heard it say goodbye.

I remember your smile.
But! I won't see that again.

I remember your eyes
But! I never saw them when you walked out of my life.

I remember the last words you said to me as you walked away
"Sorry I have to take this call".

I remember so many things about you.
I am just having trouble separating my pain from the hurt.

3 comments:

Pat Paulk said...

So very sad, but no one said poetry had to be "happy".

floots said...

i agree with pat
you amke an important distinction in that final line

whispers said...

pat: i am working towards happy poetry!

floots: pain and hurt as inserperatable as good and bad atm.