Thursday, 31 March 2016

Poetry for thought

Day 8 - 31 March 2016

This is a little all over the place. I started with one feeling and ended up with a lot more. Some times even words feel frustrated.

Title: And me, you

I have never done this before.

Did you hear about me in the wind?
When did you breach the walls of my wounds?

I have your voice in my head.
Your laugh.

My phone doesn't ring with your name.
I am forgetting how your name looks on my cracked phone screen.
Maybe, just maybe, that is a good thing.

I am slowly letting go of the urge to call you.
But it comes back; pulls me in; and it takes all of me to not call you.

I say I miss you.

I almost spill the words that will mean guilt to you,
And peace to me.

And all you say is - And me, you.

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