Tag: memories
The Ghost of You
A version of our life together
sits in a frame
in our daughter’s room,
smiling back at her while she sleeps —
these two people
role playing a perfect scene
in some foreign Spanish film
whose protagonist
turned into the antagonist
in later years.
Tucking her in,
I stare at those two strangers,
the ghost of you
transparent
with the secrets of lifetimes
you participated
with so many others.
The interpretation of me
is of cellophane
covering rubbish.
That young woman has been buried
with the ex-composition of you
that so eloquently seems to smile
back from the glass,
encased in the lack of understanding
for her needs.
You haunt memories,
escaping the emotions
with your Houdini acts
that left only a version
of the apparition
we thought was you.
In Darkness
As darkness embraces
Every part of my skin.
I breathe deeply
Thinking of you
Holding my soul
In your hands again.
I feel your touch,
Your desire,
Your love,
Of what was once.
I feel the light of the moon,
The stars,
Infinite galaxies guiding me
Back to what was us.
I am missing a part of me.
I try to shake it off,
Disregard it,
Substitute it,
Excuse it…
To no avail.
I have nothing left
But memories.
I have everything left
But moments.
You are here with me
In this darkness
Holding me as I fall
Back into the arms
Of who you were once
In some parallel life.
But I lay
…
Alone
Still missing a part
Of my essence
That I gave to you
Long ago.
Peaceful Flurries
Snow falls peacefully.
Wind blows fast and hard.
I hate missing you
throughout this chill.
Winter has taken over
inside of me,
numbing what I know,
freezing all reality
as I stare into the coldness.
Silence appears
laying in the whiteness…
I wish I was snow
and you
the shovel scooping,
unearthing,
gathering
me up towards you.
The beauty of moments
is that you never know
when you are making
a cherished memory.
Mine hold many of us
frozen somewhere in time.
Intricate Exposure
I remember
you and me
tangled in those sheets,
dismantling each others’
armors and weapons
built through a lifetime
of heart break.
Your hands grabbed
the walls of my subconscious,
fondling the lining of emotions.
And in an instance
you found
all of my essence
swimming in the blue
of the duvet cover
exposed to each particle
of your soul
without the fabric
of skin
to hide beneath
every secret of our pasts.
The sun stood at guard
while the warmth
of embraces
evoked the final gasps
exhaled from true love’s
final cry
and leaving
shadows on a bed
we will never visit again.