It was soft
Was this a dream?
Was it real?
Her touch
A simple glide of a finger
Was it her?
It couldn’t be
How long has it been?
When was the last time…?
I can remember her face now
I can remember her smile
Something had woken me. It was cold. In the middle of June. Night. My clock read 12:00 am. I was alone…but strangely feeling watched. A presence. The window…I went too it and looked. All was dark, black, except for what the white luminescent shine from the moon could touch. Yet…yet…
I felt her there
Was she?
I couldn’t be
It must’ve been a dream
Too long had passed
Too much had happened
But…
I lifted my hand to feel my cheek. Flashes…memories. Sadness, anger, happiness, heartache, hate, love…memories. Just…memories. But I could feel her. Sense her close…I listened. A car alarm far off in the distance came to my wait.
So much had happened
It all seemed to pass
A dream
…Just a dream
I turned and looked to my bed. Emptiness…emptiness is what I should’ve saw. There she lay, curled where she used to lay. The sheets formed and comforted. She was looking at me…I couldn’t begin to say. I stood there staring. Scared…sad. Tears began to form as I looked on.
Everynight the same
Every tear for you
How we had our problems
But enough to kill love?
How we screamed
How we cried…
Yet here I stand
Somehow seeing you
I closed my eyes then. Letting the tears roll down my cheeks. A sniffle. Only a sniffle. I vowed not to sob this night. I opened my eyes again. Stared where she laid. Her beautiful chestnut hair, her vibrant blue grey eyes. A smile to kill for…A smile that…
Why did we fight?
Why did you have to leave?
We never made time
Never made effort
The hate we gave into
The love we hid
You said you needed time
Think things thru
You left….
Again I closed my eyes. The tears gleefully falling. Streaking my facing…dotting my clothes. Shaking my head. I knew better than this…Why do I do this? I can’t keep this up, no more beating myself up. You left that day, you said you needed to get away…I opened my eyes again and looked…looked where she used to…
I knew it was a dream
She couldn’t be here
It wasn’t her touch
She wasn’t there anymore. She never is. The blankets still where she left them. Where you were supposed to come back too. She left that day. Sad…angry…on her way to work. She never made it back there either…No. Never made it there. Someone else angry, someone in a hurry…he took you home. He took you somewhere better. An instant…No you never came home…never got your kiss…your hug…a time to sit and remember the good times we miss. We never talked that night…he stole you I know.
No you never came home
We never got our talk
You never got your kiss
Your hug
Did you remember our times?
The good and the bad
Did you remember I loved you?
And not the things I said
You are free now
From the burdens we placed
Free to be happy
And be with those you loved
But here I’ll sit
A burden too great
I’ll always be thinking of you
The last vision of your face
Before you turned to leave
Before he stole you
I’m sorry my love
A burden with too long to join you
Was this a dream?
Was it real?
Her touch
A simple glide of a finger
Was it her?
It couldn’t be
How long has it been?
When was the last time…?
I can remember her face now
I can remember her smile
Something had woken me. It was cold. In the middle of June. Night. My clock read 12:00 am. I was alone…but strangely feeling watched. A presence. The window…I went too it and looked. All was dark, black, except for what the white luminescent shine from the moon could touch. Yet…yet…
I felt her there
Was she?
I couldn’t be
It must’ve been a dream
Too long had passed
Too much had happened
But…
I lifted my hand to feel my cheek. Flashes…memories. Sadness, anger, happiness, heartache, hate, love…memories. Just…memories. But I could feel her. Sense her close…I listened. A car alarm far off in the distance came to my wait.
So much had happened
It all seemed to pass
A dream
…Just a dream
I turned and looked to my bed. Emptiness…emptiness is what I should’ve saw. There she lay, curled where she used to lay. The sheets formed and comforted. She was looking at me…I couldn’t begin to say. I stood there staring. Scared…sad. Tears began to form as I looked on.
Everynight the same
Every tear for you
How we had our problems
But enough to kill love?
How we screamed
How we cried…
Yet here I stand
Somehow seeing you
I closed my eyes then. Letting the tears roll down my cheeks. A sniffle. Only a sniffle. I vowed not to sob this night. I opened my eyes again. Stared where she laid. Her beautiful chestnut hair, her vibrant blue grey eyes. A smile to kill for…A smile that…
Why did we fight?
Why did you have to leave?
We never made time
Never made effort
The hate we gave into
The love we hid
You said you needed time
Think things thru
You left….
Again I closed my eyes. The tears gleefully falling. Streaking my facing…dotting my clothes. Shaking my head. I knew better than this…Why do I do this? I can’t keep this up, no more beating myself up. You left that day, you said you needed to get away…I opened my eyes again and looked…looked where she used to…
I knew it was a dream
She couldn’t be here
It wasn’t her touch
She wasn’t there anymore. She never is. The blankets still where she left them. Where you were supposed to come back too. She left that day. Sad…angry…on her way to work. She never made it back there either…No. Never made it there. Someone else angry, someone in a hurry…he took you home. He took you somewhere better. An instant…No you never came home…never got your kiss…your hug…a time to sit and remember the good times we miss. We never talked that night…he stole you I know.
No you never came home
We never got our talk
You never got your kiss
Your hug
Did you remember our times?
The good and the bad
Did you remember I loved you?
And not the things I said
You are free now
From the burdens we placed
Free to be happy
And be with those you loved
But here I’ll sit
A burden too great
I’ll always be thinking of you
The last vision of your face
Before you turned to leave
Before he stole you
I’m sorry my love
A burden with too long to join you
posted by zefyur @ 6:16 AM,
2 Comments:
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At 9:20 AM,
The Devil said...
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Wow...
I am all teary eyed. I am....at a loss for words...
I'm sorry you have to go through this....
Time heals all wounds....if only time went faster.... -
At 9:43 AM,
zefyur said...
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i know...and healing will take awhile...i really wrote this cause i felt the need to write. something anything. just to put something down. so there's some of me in there. worries and down trodden feelings. they say the best writers that can affect others with their work is usually the ones that write through the emotion and experiences they go through. thats pretty much what i was trying to put into it...convey across one would say.
i used to write alot. works for stories, or just random stuff. really trying to get back into it, cause it was always a good outlet for me.