When Your Answer Created Questions

my first poem to her in a while.

My love,

the one person I dreamt of every night,

I miss you,

that day,

the one where you took your life,

what were you thinking,

and did we matter,

all of us,

who sit here and cry,

we weep in your name,

mourn of your loss,

I do not cry because I feel bad,

because I know you are where you were meant to be,

no,

instead tears pour down my cheeks because of my loss,

due to the absence of my best friend,

and the cold spot in my bed where you lay,

the void in my heart,

where your presence has been removed,

so tell me love,

where do you call home,

when can I visit you untouched soul,

how do I find you in this dark world,

now that I am alone,

and most of all,

do you,

can you,

will you,

see the pain,

beneath my eyes,

that screams I miss you,

and strays away.

Reviews

[Mutley]

A moving poem.

I can almost feel your pain through the words.

I like this.