Passing Time

The things I do to pass the time

When I don’t have you right by my side

I smoke I drink I try to write

I can’t fall asleep so I’m up all night

 

Staring at stars trying to learn their names

Build a fire in the woods and get close to the flames

It burns my boots it singes my jeans

And nothing seems real like it’s all a dream

 

The things I do when we’re apart

Oh they’re not that clever and they ain’t too smart

There’s too much mind and not much heart

In the things I do when we’re apart

 

The only remedies are your lips

Laying naked together slow dancing to a kiss

It could rain sleet or snow I would run through it

Hand in hand with you just for the fun of it

 

The things I do to pass the time

When I don’t have you right by my side

I smoke I drink I write I wait

Not a thing in the world could take your place

 

The moon rides high now but it ain’t your eyes

Your scent is on my sheets now but you aren’t beside

I smile just knowing you’re on the other line

When you ask what I’m doing I’ll say

Just passing time

Reviews

[Cherry]

Passing the time without the closeness of your most cherished love is torture. I felt that in your poem. Better times are always ahead no matter how blurry or out of focus the future.

[Redground]

Love the last line! When I read this it made me think of all of the great girls I left behind and left a hole in me thinking if I had just held on! Universal words that anyone who's ever had that special someone can easily relate to.

[Cris Roley]

Thanks brotha! glad you dug it so much. i wrote this the morning after building a fire on an island after a long day of ice-fishing and day-dreaming about rhiannon

[Redground]

That sounds like you. I miss building fires! No place to do it here. Maybe I'll ask the landlady if I can build a fiepit. It's a great piece! I added a few last night and entered a couple of contests. Have you entered any of your writing. If not you should.