Oh Lucille, my Lucille...

A sad poem. The name Lucille is symbolic of someone real. The questioning of my own sanity is equally as real.

Hope is like a fishing bobber,

going up and down with the tide

as I begin to question my sanity.

Were you ever real?

Or just another way to make the loneliness less lonely?

Did you ever know me?

Or am I still just a face in the crowd?

What's in a memory?

Sight, sound, smell and touch.

What's in reality but the same?

Therefore, something remembered, 

if not something experienced,

would still be the same, sweet reality,

would it not?

Would it?

I grow tired from sleepless nights,

yes, I used that long dead line.

It is no less the truth.

And I often get angry

to fight the sadness

of knowing you may never come back...

if you were ever here at all...

I try to hold on as your name caresses my lips,

Lucille...

Lucille...

Before drifting into a long, dark, slumber,

Lucille...

Are you a memory, or a fantasy?

Perhaps the sunrise will tell me.

But even then, I cannot speak the language of fire

as it lights up the world,

and so the new hope leaves with the light,

when the sun begins to set,

because I wait for you to remember,

and return.

The sun lights the world,

the light leaves the world,

I wait for you to remember and return...

Another day comes, another day goes.

I wait.

And wait.

Please remember and return...

The fishing bobber goes up and down with the tide of time, glaring brightly in the sky.

...hope?

...today?

Or today?

This week?

Next week!

Months of waiting,

remember and return?

Finally a court of madness is called.

Decide, decide to push through gray life.

Some days, I cast a saddened look in the distance

And remember the joy that we shared.

Maybe she'll come back, or maybe she won't...

but push on, and just let it be...

Reviews

[Twizzler]

SO incredibly deep and yet so sad. The longing of lost love is excruciating especially when you everything you have is resting on hope alone and no concrete evidence that what once was will ever be again. But I guess at the end of the day all have is hope anyways, and either you will find your happiness renewed in that lost person or in someone new. I too am experiencing something similar. It was a great read!

[Wabbajack]

Thank you. :)