The Thought of You.

Spoken word with some enjambment. I'm kind of experimenting.

I couldn't help it when I walked.

As my mind wandered, and my heart

Raced like I was running away from

All my fears and desires that you caused.

And what was I to do when all that I wanted,

Was to sit there alone embracing the thought

Of you, the thought of your hand knocking on

My door at a ridiculous time of night.

To see your smile, as I yearned to finally

Be near you, and to finally be your light

That set off your heart, to become

The reason you felt alive.

And yet I couldn't say it,

Not to you at least, I couldn't speak

What I wanted you to believe or

What I wanted you to see.

And now I'm haunted, each and every

night. By the ghost of your mind,

And the thought of you and the

Hand I couldn't hold.

Reviews

[Jaco Brown]

Nice! Check mine for dark unrequited love

[Coyote Poetry]

What we lost is what we miss.
"And now I'm haunted, each and every
night. By the ghost of your mind,
And the thought of you and the
Hand I couldn't hold."
I understand the words above. Thank you Roy for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[H.L. Cerveise]

I like the poem. The yearning for a person that at first you think does not mean as much to you as they do until they are gone. Not being able at the right time say what you feel is a regret that is hard to over come.

Well done.

[Not enough words on the..]

Sometimes the things that haunt us most of all are the things we left unsaid, undone, take-home-message for me here is you can't let the moment slip through your grasp...
Good poem,
H.

[Darian B.]

I can't tell you how many times I incessantly check my phone to see if the girl in my poems has sent me a random text. So relatable and incredibly powerful, well done and thank you for sharing this.

[William Liston]

I could definitely relate to this poem. Well written. I'd like to hear you read it since it's a spoken word poem. Great work.

-William Liston

[Papaya]

yeah, I know this feeling of wanting someone to come knocking but they don't...
Makes me think of that song "my doorbell" by the white stripes. Great song. I liked your poem.