"I Still Do... Laugh..."

"I Still Do... Laugh..."

I still do ...laugh,

just not as often as I could.

Seem strange admitting that -

here

...now.

 

Do you remember the color -

no, the flavor, no again -

the ... feeling ...feel ...how it felt

- wanting to be held, being held,

being touched, touching...

 

Do you ...REMEMBER ...me...

 

Really, do you?

 

It isn't real, wasn't, couldn't,

shouldn't ...but, always a but,

you DID feel it

being touched...

fingertips... lips...

eyes looking into yours.

 

You felt my breath

- the goosebumps didn't lie,

couldn't     lie...

 

 did they?

 

...sigh

 

Things to do,

places to - BE

pick up the pace

hurry hurry

...but don't run,

don't run...

 

I felt you in the

air

the taste of you within

my eyes...

 

your scent lingering on

my fingertips, my conscious

thoughts turning and returning

til ...I've stopped

paused mid-step

utterly ...found.

 

I found your diary

here

on the sea wall

pages open and fluttering back and forth

in the breeze

and with each pause

more of you appears

and appears

...and appears.

 

...and I've discovered what wishing

really is

 

...and how missing...feels.

 

Strange how I don't KNOW

which

words

were

...yours...

now.

 

Chris

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

This is so bursting with sensory images - I love it! This line in the beginning: "I still do ...laugh, just not as often as I could." Grabbed me - reminded me to keep laughing, even in the rough...

[shivohumsohum]

Laugh on Child and be merry
Merriness is the cause of your longevity
Be it your mirth in your solitude but
Laughter it is!
If even it is interspersed with tears.

[Aramey]

Beautiful Chris. I'm not entirely sure of the meaning, but bits and pieces are resonating somewhere in the back of my mind. I can't seem to get enough of reading your work :) Another excellent.

[Baby Ricochet]

I loved the stanza about finding the diary on the sea wall. Planted a good image in my mind

[Emerald Seas]

Longing has a way of grabbing, gripping, when we least think it will or shall - it just... does. Remembering hits from many directions - sweet, soft, sorrowful, hard, quietly or in screaming fits. But... it is all FELT and you captured all... here perfectly.

[J. J. Nightingale]

I still say We when I speak
And I still listen for you
Circles never end
And I loved the warm breaths when..
We loved looking out at the sea
Every-times will always be about
We..

I didn't want to cry this early in my day
But there you were..telling me
to remember..

Thank you Chris

[Michael G.]

The way you bring all the emotions to the forefront, toss them, blend them, and spill them out for all the see and feel like they tumbled out of each of your readers as their own is really magnificent, fantastic, and wholly believable.
Great write, Chris. A privilege to read.

[Sunni Davis]

I can really relate to the longing in this. Its absolutely incredible.

[Tricia O'Brien]

Brilliant Chris

[Ruth]

They all blend in the moment and spill into each other, just as they should, refined elegance and poignancy xoxo