another poem.
Tell me
Do you remember the taste of my lips?
Does the memory of my touch keep you up at night?
Are you plagued by my voice?
Haunted by my smile?
Tell me do you miss me…?
I know you do.
Admit that you have trouble…
Getting my face out of your head.
Admit that you aren’t ready to move on.
Do you reach over at night only to touch cold sheets?
Does your heart sink?
Do your fingers trace the bend in the pillow…
Where my head used to lay?
So softly next to yours…
Does the silence hurt your ears?
Do you miss my breathing?
Did it hurt more when we were fighting…
Or more now that I am gone?
Do you think of me?
Can you stop thinking of me?
Did you make the right choice?
I hope you never know…
So I will always occupy your mind.
I want to affect you somehow
Because you’ve so affected me.
They say, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder…”
And, we both know, I’ll be gone forever.
Do you remember the taste of my lips?
Does the memory of my touch keep you up at night?
Are you plagued by my voice?
Haunted by my smile?
Tell me do you miss me…?
I know you do.
Admit that you have trouble…
Getting my face out of your head.
Admit that you aren’t ready to move on.
Do you reach over at night only to touch cold sheets?
Does your heart sink?
Do your fingers trace the bend in the pillow…
Where my head used to lay?
So softly next to yours…
Does the silence hurt your ears?
Do you miss my breathing?
Did it hurt more when we were fighting…
Or more now that I am gone?
Do you think of me?
Can you stop thinking of me?
Did you make the right choice?
I hope you never know…
So I will always occupy your mind.
I want to affect you somehow
Because you’ve so affected me.
They say, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder…”
And, we both know, I’ll be gone forever.