My Love

With my head in my hands I’m sitting on the floor

And then I realise that I’m staring at the door

The golden light of the sun warming up my face

My thoughts and sanity floating up into space

 

A pile of homework on the desk by the bed

But I’m just thinking about the words he said

I should be outside, but I’m humming a song

Oh how I wish he was here to sing along!

 

I just simply wish for him to be here

To whisper ‘I love you’ repeatedly in my ear

To talk about his dreams, and that’s on its way

To talk about how it all deepens with each day

 

And then with a jerk I raise up my head

And it’s like the soul has come back to the dead

The door clicks open, and I get up to see

My one and only love right in front of me

 

And then my heart’s more fragile than a cloud

The air then turns cold, as if wrapped by a shroud

The tears blur my vision, as they threaten to fall

And then I realise that he wasn’t here at all

 

Because he’s buried in the graveyard down the lane

And he died in the war, alone, and in pain

I see only his ghost, a figure made of dust

A sepia brown body, and a face as red as rust

Author's Note

This is my first write after a major block, so excuse me if it sucks :D

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

It is a good poem. A very sad poem. I lost friends to war. Leave a permanent need to hear their laughter. I understand the meaning in the poem. A strong and sad ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Pankaj Lohia]

hey rhea.. your words are immaculately used to create in raw letters a beautiful visualisation.

[Aehr]

thank you for reviewing :)