still cold metal

I've missed you every day since,

and surely it wont stop with every day that passes. 

I've stepped on the same paths, 

and ran my fingers over the same cold metal.

The grass has faded and grown back, 

and will continue the same as time moves forward. 

but here is where time stops, 

all feeling eludes me.

I breathe trying to remember your voice, 

when you'd whisper to me the secrets of our past. 

reminding me of where we should be, 

and what we are. 

my memory fades into you

as your smile becomes prominent, 

and gentle. 

it surrounds my hands in warmth

as i run my hands across the 

red, 

chipped paint. 

tearing away with the years. 

I've stood here countless, 

times during endless seasons 

waiting for you to show up. 

waiting for you 

to come alive beneath the trees, 

and laugh with the wind.

I've waited for the birds to hum 

to the sound of your words, 

and the children to play 

to the rhythm of your steps.

but once again

as my body begins to relax, 

my eyes open.

I am alone.

no birds chirping, 

no wind blowing, 

no children playing.

And no soft voice answering me 

to say it will be okay. 

Reviews

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Wow some story very sad but wrote with feelings that's for sure. Sorry to what ever happen and that they are gone.

[McEltic]

So beautiful and sad at the same time... as time passes we start to lose sight of the things we desire most, and when our vision becomes faded and difficult to focus, it only causes us to lose ourselves even deeper while trying to regain that vision. Focusing on reality can be a tough pill to swallow... but necessary :)