Sometimes I Forget
By darkness_descends
I sit staring into no where
Focusing all my energy
Into concentrating on the TV
Or whatever is keeping me from thinking
Because sometimes I forget
That you're not here
Or I'm not there
That I can't lean to the side
And fall in your arms.
And sometimes I open my mouth to speak
Or criticize the stupid movie I'm watching
And it's not until the echo of my own voice
Is ringing in my ears
That I realize I'm talking to no one.
And sometimes when I hear your voice
I turn to give you a hug
But it's not your arms that I find
Only the nothingness
That reminds me
Your voice comes from the phone on my ear.
Sometimes I see your face
And it seems so close
I can almost feel the silk of your skin
Under my gentle hand
Then I see the smudge of a finger print
And find it's only a photograph in my hand.
Sometimes I cry
But you're not there to wipe away the tears
Only I don't realize it until I feel the salty trail stinging down my face.
And sometimes my sobs lull me to sleep
The next morning I wake holding you
But when I open my eyes to kiss you
And say good morning
I realize it's only a pillow in my arms
And it's damp with my tears.
Because sometimes I forget
That you're not here...
But I never forget the pain of that realization.
Comments on "Sometimes I Forget"
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On Thursday, February 11, 2010, TheFailedCaterpillar
(6) wrote:
I cannot express my feelings right now in mere words, i have been reading great stuff all night, and I am in a strange state of morbid euphoria. I wouldn't say i love, because that's the wrong word, it is very attractive to me, and in a poetic sense it was fantabulous, I feel an emotional tie to this poem, I've been there...
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On Tuesday, July 1, 2003, GothicBlack
(186) wrote:
no, no, no, this pain is never silly...it just stings forever and never seems to stop. ~gothic~
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On Wednesday, March 26, 2003, maddin foxxxy
(358) wrote:
thoughtful and so true...it feels like that sometimes when u really miss someone, but once it passes...it feels silly to have ever felt that way.