My Dearest… break Now

Gazing through the gray window pane, everything becomes distant. your face dances like monochrome slides, and laughter, embraces, as well as kisses become little more than apparitions within my mind.

Gazing through the gray window pane
everything becomes distant…
your face
dances like monochrome frames
and laughter,
embraces,
as well as
kisses,
become little more
than
apparitions within my mind.

But gazing through the gray window pane,
does little to bring you back
to me.
So,
my mind lingers within a deep fog
of semi chaos, and inebriation…
I'm drunk
because I want to remember.
How warm you were
as you touched my porcelain waist,
and told
me
I was your precious sun.
Radiant, and strong.
But,
we all know
that the only reason why I shined
was because
I was
a crystal sucking up your warmth,
and intensity.

Yes, gazing through the window pane,
made you leave,
made me sick…
but, for once in my life I was happy
to know that'd you'd never say goodbye.
I was happy to know that
with each moment
I kept
my cheek pressed firmly against the glass
you'd still be there for me.
Thus, I became drunk
off
the cinematic slides
that kept
playing brokenly
upon the sepia screen.
They,
enveloped me in
debilitating frost…
but, like I said,
I enjoy the
haze…
I enjoy you,
and the memories of us
laying like two flowers
within a still ocean….
Under
limitless blanket of star.

So, without regret, gazing through the gray window pane
I'll remain
transfixed
in a cold drunk haze…
with only one regret.
I wish I could've said I love you.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

the dichotomy of no regret versus regret very clever here. A great write. Glad i saw it in the feed.

[songstress]

Thank you for your kindness. I'm glad to see that it invoked such a reaction, and I apologize for the late reply.

[m.s.early]

What an elegant way to relay such a scene so may can relate to.

[songstress]

Thank you fr reading and I'm glad that you found this poem relateable. I am happy that this piece had managed to do this. thank you for reading, and I apologize for the late reply.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

so many...so many days ...moments...years...now so many regrets. I wish so many times I had only said the things that counted...left out everything else...would you still be here...I am not sure...I don't even know if the whisper was real...the one I heard when it was silent..just the buzzing of the line....just the ticking of time ...the one that meant more than all the others...the one that haunts me.....I've always loved you.......

[songstress]

Thank you for such kind words, and I apologize for being late. Truly I do, but I'm so happy to see that my writing has invoked such thoughts. Thank you, once again, for your kindness.