Two lonely words…
I’ve said them a few.
They always stare back,
when they’re meant for you.
Let’s see, where should begin? For a couple of weeks, I haven’t been feeling the greatest. Hence, my most recent post and it’s morbid tone. Although, if I hadn’t posted what I did and the way I did, I wouldn’t be typing this to you all right now. I say this, because of the overwhelming support I received from it. I’ve got some pretty cool friends out there in the bloggerverse. They really came to my side, almost instantaneously let me add. I’m a very lucky guy.
If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. – Pablo Neruda
I’ll stand that day,
at the foot of your grave.
Just past the last of those who cared.
My presence will be for a moment,
give a second for each stolen year.
A prayer, I will bring only one.
Cold eulogy from a son.
Not because I have lost you.
No…because I have forgotten you.
I held the prettiest flower this morning.
It reminded me of you.
Sadly, it too had been plucked from its roots.
I had you for a while,
then…I lost you to the sea.
Alone in these narrows,
until the day you return to me.