Slowly

For a past love . . .

 

Slowly -

        The hours turned to days . . .

        The days to weeks . . .

        The weeks to months . . .

    And I am still waiting for you.

 

Frequently -

        I find myself asking you "Where do I belong?"

        Do I even belong at all?

        Do you even care?

    And I am unaware of the chaos outside my head

 

You also sit there unaware of the world around you . . .

    Oblivious as it crumbles, enveloping you in its destruction -- it crashes to the sea.

 

In my mind -

        You and I are together . . .

        Standing on a cliff . . .

        Overlooking the ruins of this life . . .

 

        And even though you are gone -

 

                I wonder . . .

 

                            Would you have loved me?

Reviews

[Charlie [away]]

The structure and word choice is just beautiful. :) I can't even offer any advice that could make this more unique or cooler.

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every day.

[Keith Richard Sadeck]

I love the structure of your poem. Very good, keep writing. :)