Remember

I lament loss even before it has happened
Take my eyeballs in my hands,
turn the blue so it would face
straight to what burns it white
every time
it’s the warmest warm
and the pain subsides
resides within the lie
that is “I am fine”
which I tell myself
and even believe until someone asks me:
“are you really?”

“The quicker you jump in
the warmer it gets
Rip off your skin
and we can all go back to bed
after the noise you made
we’re all awake.”

So now that you ask
“do you need time?”
I’ll say no and once again turn my eyes
and there it goes
�"splash�"
into the fire
my mind
in the bitter warm
and bitter cold
on a third world pavement
outside a first world restaurant

These friends will leave
ripped off a shirtless sleeve
remain
and what do we do:
we savour these last moments we have
doing something we will most likely

forget.

Reviews

[arejoleacher]

This poem has so much emotion, it's somewhat rare for me to really connect with a poem and feel it, I felt this. Great job. : )