3:24 AM

Poem of a lost love.

It’s 3:24 AM

And I’m awake analyzing screenshots
Of our past conversations
Trying to convince myself
That last night was nothing but a bad dream.

I stare at the swirls scattered across my ceiling
And wonder if she still has
The bittersweet taste of our memories.
the pictures of me in her camera roll
She made my cheeks become red like bright sunsets

It reminds me of the way my nerves settled
When I kissed the back of her pale white hands
Because nothing has felt more natural
And how the “I love you”s dripped from our shaking fingertips
Onto iPhone keyboards
Somehow washing away my impurities

I get sidetracked in Algebra
Because I can’t stand that her scent is drifting from my recollection.
That she’s losing her grip on me
Running away far too quickly as if
I was just the superglue keeping her feet
Stuck to the cement

Author's Note

Unfinished

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Unfinished? I think it pretty much done, actually! This is powerful and profound beyond description. I felt the energy throughout the entire poem, and can in some weird way relate to it (especially the "screenshots of our past conversations"....that line took me back a number of times over). A lot of juicy lines weaved this solemn and otherworldly narrative (the lull of the poem definitely took me out of reality), and it was simply awesome! I must say that there are a couple of lines where YOUR perspective would work better (adding to the power instead of contradicting it in a way). One such place is Last Stanza Line 3. Line two is in your perspective ("I can't stand that her scent is drifting away from my recollection"), but Line 3 is in hers ("she's losing her grip on me"), making it in your perspective ("I'm losing my grip on her" OR EVEN "she's slipping away from me") would be consistent with the flow of thoughts and amplify the power of the sentiment. I forget where the other example is, but I remember noting 2. But other than that small aspect, this is absolutely amazing! Well freaking done!

[Jose Waldo]

Thank you so much!

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.