SpinningA Poem by Jack...Missing a lost love
Spinning
It is midnight
As I find the door closed…slammed
and shadows of what once was
disappearing down the drive
into the dreary nightscape so barren…as is my heart
It is 1:00 am
The fan… it hums,
affixed its ceilinged perch, spinning,
spitting a constant flow of sorrowed air
upon my unguarded skin…sifting my soul
It is 2:00 am
My eyes are open, wet… stained,
still staring at the spinning blades,
counting the blur of rotation,
finding it difficult to focus…on anything
It is 3:00 am
My mind is another place,
far from the undisturbed side of the bed,
monogrammed with your absence,
hand-stitched in loss and sadness
It is 4:00 am
I clutch your pillow,
inhaling your scent,
feeling the folds encase me
in down…which I feel, though not as soft
It is 5:00 am
The alarm clock startles me,
as my heart re- breaks…and
my eyes form their tortured
river of tears, falling upon my already saturated place
It is 6:00 am (the sun
is rising)
I miss you…desperately
© 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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Added on May 19, 2013Last Updated on May 19, 2013 Tags: love, sleeplessness AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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