With Love

A letter to a loved one.

I found myself in bed the other night 

Reaching up towards my ceiling with both hands 

As if I could stretch out and touch you

Physically pull you from the air 

And you’d fall down on top of me 

I don’t talk about you as much anymore 

It’s almost like your name is a tangible object

Sharp and cold, I cut my tongue on it 

Speech garbled around a mouthful of glass

Forcing myself to say the words

As if the pain itself has become the memory 

Making of myself a martyr to feel you beside me 

I found myself walking alone the other day 

Stopping to turn and look up at the sky 

Pouring rain down onto my head 

Hundreds of drops of cool water 

I could almost imagine them slipping 

through my skull 

Into my brain 

Washing away every terrible ugly thought 

And as I was looking up

Every drop become an infinite moment 

And all of the rain was you 

I hope you realize just what you mean 

Though, somehow, I doubt you do 

If you had back then, would your mind have changed? 

Though, someway, I doubt it would have 

I never got a chance to mourn

I’m grieving even now

But, for you, I promise I will rise to face each day

To Rachel, 

With Love 

Reviews

[Ashi written tale & poe..]

The poem is written nicely I like it.