RelicsA Poem by A.J.Relics In those first few waking moments after a peaceful nights sleep, the moments spent reluctantly considering opening your eyes to face the dawn, you find the rudeness of reality The bed feels empty, Cold- where there should be a familiar warmth, But It raises no alarm- Maybe shes in the shower, or downstairs making coffee or breakfast. You listen closely for any sound, or any sign of what she might be doing, But there is nothing but silence- Cold, dead, silence. It is then that you open your eyes and look around. The bedroom is void of any signs of her, as it has been for years. There will be no smiling face to wake up to, No timeless moments spent watching her sleep peacefully in your arms, Not even a not-so-morning person screaming “leave me alone!” A statement she always followed with an “I love you.” As you left the room There will be none of that; not now, nor anytime soon; Never, in fact, were the truth to be told- For second chances and true romances are just tales- Legends from times when people knew the meaning of trying And having to work for their blessings. So you reach for the nightstand and another dosage, and the bottle- half spilled- to chase it, and sink back to the pillows, pulling them close hoping for- yet dreading more dreams of reminiscence- knowing full well you’ll just wake to all the same relics and repeat the process. © 2013 A.J.Featured Review
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Added on July 14, 2013Last Updated on July 14, 2013 Tags: poetry, poetic prose AuthorA.J.Ft. Gibson, OKAboutMy pen name is AJ. As far as writing, I enjoy finding the beauty, the tragedy, the strength and the reality of everything, right down to smallest, seemingly most insignificant details. The world as I .. more..Writing
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