It's 9 AM and I Miss YouA Poem by Julia
Oh, hello. Would you look at that? Autumn is already tapping on my window and whispering if it can come inside.
I've wasted already another year. I open my door and let the crisp air burn my throat and my nose. It smells a little like that coffee shop we used to go to every Wednesday morning, and a lot like regret. I glance at my phone, which, by the way, hasn't been bothered since you last told me the news. Nothing. The lights are still off in the place I live; I don’t know if I’ll ever turn them on again. Last time I did you showed up on my doorstep with a hot chocolate and your cold hand pressed to my cheek. (The imprint still takes up residence there.) I try not to wonder what you’re doing right now or where you are, but I don’t try hard enough and I remember you’re probably kissing her hand and pouring up some champagne after this dreadfully long day. Time used to go by faster than the 3 pm train by your old house. Time hardly even goes at all now. I’m stuck in the same hour, same minute I was in 11 months ago. I still remember how many sugars and creams you prefer and what gives you road rage. At least I think I do. I know you are not the same person I met 450 days ago. Sometimes I wish I could make that person come back but that’s what happened when I let you go. I let you change. I let you realize you liked a different flavor soda and that you prefer murky, brown eyes over a speckled green. I let you marry her and move away and I let you lose my number when you got a new phone. I let go. I don’t have the right to miss you, but I do. And it surely isn't fair to either of us that I’m still writing about you. But I am. I hope you stay safe tonight. I hope you remember me. © 2014 JuliaAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 3, 2014 Last Updated on January 3, 2014 AuthorJuliaAtlanta, GAAbout"But hearts don’t break, y’all, they bruise and get better. We were never tragedies. We were emergencies. You call 9 – 1 – 1. Tell them I’m having a fantastic time... more..Writing
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