Your Presence Is In My City

He came around again...go figure...he is always buzzing when I am least expecting it. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't love him, but things are different now... And I wish him a safe trip home.

And you would never know how much I still love you.

Your visiting hours are almost through.

And when you look me in the face,

You will never know how much I've cried.

You will never know how much I cared.

You will never see that.

But we feel each other now,

in these ghost streets...

me being 19

you were 23...

we were so alone.

And now we're old ghosts.

When you were sitting

in front of me the last time,

I was the woman 

I dreamed to be,

after you left,

after the pain,

these walls know

my hidden sorrows from you...

I will be only nice...

for you are a memory,

my old best friend,

and now,

you are leaving.

Your Presence is in my city,

the hollowed glow from 

an old flare, our love

is still something we find,

we seek it, and we most definitely

put it to rest.



Bonne voyage, mon capitaine

il n'est pas nécessaire souhaiter

pour mes rêves au être.

Reviews

[Nightfeather]

This poem was really touching and the emotions that it carries, were powerful ones. The way you write is very nice and the flow is so perfect. I could read it very well and it looks nice and clean and remember, love is a burden that we humans must carry but if the weights are to overwhelming, drop some and you will feel enlighten. You have talent, so you must never stop writing.

Good job :D

[Depth of Woman]

Dear Nightfeather,

Thank you so much!! I really appreciate your review on this poem! There were heavy emotions so true! I'm very glad! It's something that has been helping my whole life and sometimes it takes time to sharpen my mind onto the flow and the imagery and the paper! I'm glad my message touched YOU! That is awesome! I look forward to reading some of yours as well!

[Nightfeather]

No problem :)