Come Back to MeA Poem by dana heavily revised re-post, heavily irregular rhyme scheme...enjoyThe gap had widened gradually, the light was gone from sea-green eyes; The nights out with ‘friends’ again and again, lasting till the hint of the coming sunrise. A question was answered, evasive and vague, a whiff of cologne, “Oh a guy bumped into me.” First one night, then two that you didn’t come home… I knew right then that it was now only me.
Before the new week, while I was at work you came and you picked up all of your clothes; Your keys on the counter top, your laptop was gone; I gazed out the window, the moon just a sliver… I pictured my life sinking into a river of white water…to drown, I suppose.
I took one more job to keep up with the rent, my car stereo became my friend and my curse. Every song that was played brought my mind back to you… Each day I would grumble, “For better or worse…?” My thirst for you, here every night, in my chair my folder of poems on my lap, the gap that had started this chasm back then had grown into solitude, a pine with no sap. I saw you the other day, hailing a cab and looking so happy, so very content. I went to our restaurant…and ate with my dreams, remembering the times that we went. A thought that had crossed through my mind like the wind a dare to myself to reclaim self-esteem; And I wished to myself, “Please let healing begin,” and let all emotion roll back and unwind.
So a year from that day that my world came undone… I prayed, “Come back to me,” one final thread that I sewed on to a shirt I then threw away and looked at the hopeful bright sunrise instead.
dan © 2016
Music: “Watching the Wheels,” by John Lennon
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