AlmostA Poem by My Phoenix ProjectThoughts from today...I almost called you today.
I almost dialed your number, almost waited for you to answer.
I almost called you and told you that I loved you, that I still loved you.
I almost called to ask about your day, your week, your months since we last talked.
I almost lost it at the sound of your voice.
I almost couldn't handle the sweet lightness of it, the tenderness of a woman I loved in it.
I almost lost myself to emotion because of the thought of you.
But.....
As I stared at my phone I heard the negatives.
I almost lost myself to how happy you sounded without me.
I almost became upset to your cold, abrupt tone, your choice of biting words
I almost lost myself to your anger and bitterness toward me.
And I almost died at the thought of you not answering.
Today....
It is a struggle of degrees...of steps.
It is a struggle of the wants and desires to reach out to you again.
It is a day of almosts.
It is almost over and I have not called.
I have not dialed your number, listened to the tone, allowed anticipation to fill my heart.
I have worked; silently, efficiently.
My heart screams but my head continues on.
Almost over, almost done, almost there....it says reassuringly to a part of myself that won't be quiet.
I am almost over it, almost past it all. Just a little longer, keep your head up.
In this day of almosts...I am almost recovered. © 2014 My Phoenix ProjectAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 23, 2014 Last Updated on January 23, 2014 Tags: love, lost, hurt, bitter, better, working, improvement, understanding, introspection AuthorMy Phoenix ProjectTXAboutI am a single father, podcaster, pancake maker, and SciFi enthusiast living in The South and attempting to pen my voice. I have written short stories and poems for a long time and now I want to try n.. more..Writing
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