"16 Going On 75..."

There's a lot of nights in our days...

“16 Going On 75…”

 

Hand on-the-knob

slowly, slowly-turning…

Is it snow-layered vision,

Ice speckled and sparkling ‘scape, or

Rain-swept and harried-puddled view…

that awaits

beyond…

the ever-so-slowly opening eyes?

 

…Edge-to-edge… barren ‘scape

…a nothingness.

 

It’s still winter’s aerie.

I know…

I KNOW…

 

But - no prominence… no draw.

 

Slo-cold-chill insinuates

lovingly-caresses

moves …crawls… Inveigles into

my conscious thoughts.

 

I hear - but do I?

or is it time’s echoes of a distant night’s train

and emptiness

coupled to asphalt whispers from wheels

…turning… meandering…

 

Remembering?

…forgetting…

 

Palpable dark…

sitting up… am I?

or not…

 

Feeling - not feeling,

…I don’t know.

 

Hearing my breath

Hearing

my… is it MY

IS IT…

 

Move …move - can’t…CAN’T…

Am, am…

Light-on!

 

Soaked in sweat,

blanket, sheet tightly wrapping half my body.

Deep, deep breaths

 

“…I miss you…”

 

Chris

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Wow. Tremendous work. You capture it.

[Daz]

Great poetry as always. This is definitely a keeper.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This is like "missing the old me"---thinking of our youth and missing it.
I relate so much to this...I am going on 75 this year...but often still feel like 16---I listen to our oldies and I am right back into a moment when I heard each song...back in high school...with a girlfriend...or just a night at home in my room wondering where my friends are and if I really matter to them. Now, I wonder often if I really have done enough with my life to matter.
great poem.
j.

[Chris]

Having you pause with my thoughts is high praise all by itself... Thanks Jacob.

[Arundass TP]

Excellent poem. Each and every llines are apt and powerful. Loved it reading 👍

[Chris]

some moments resonate... thanks for pausing.