Sunday Mourning

You are my rainfall at dawn.

I lift these sheets and you crawl in to tangle limbs.

Because when you're not here,
the thread counts the miles that mount across an empty bed.

And when the Sun creeps in I need your skin to be there first;
to flood all the spots that the Sun cannot.
How else am i to keep warm?

You should be
Where you used to fit
so Perfectly.
Here,
in this bed that can't bear to miss you -
in this heart
that you can spare
another
Sunday mourning. 

Reviews

[Relic]

You have a unique way of writing. The play on words of the title is an accurate way of noting the vacancy of your heart and the sadness in a way that is clear by the end of the poem. Each stanza bears a line that stands out and is impressive. You are very good!

[Wallflower]

thank you for your review and compliment!

[Relic]

You're welcome.

[icelandicblue]

I can feel the empty space in your poem. I love the line about the threads counting...that was a clever play on words.

[Wallflower]

Thank you so much!

[An owl on the moon]

What an aching feel of the empty space one can leave in our lives... the longing to have them near to fill up the shadows with their light... There is a beautiful haunting in your words...

[Wallflower]

Thank you! silver lining, pain fuels poetry. Appreciate your words, friend.

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, yes... I know that feeling too well. :)

[Siddhartha]

Sometimes a moment defines your life as the lingering taste of it stretches a lifetime. And sometimes a lifetime seems like a moment as time wraps its arms around you. A beautiful, exquisite and deeply poignant poem.

[Wallflower]

thank you, friend. It has been a while - i hope all is well with you!

[Ed Hart]

as our horizons stretch across the extended sheets, they mark the stages of our learning...there's a lot of this kind of thing in a long life

[Wallflower]

i hear ya Ed, some harder to learn than others. But always helps to bleed it out onto "paper" ... or the keyboard. Thank you for the helpful words, and oh how they help.