oceans apart
Sometimes the passage of time
slips through my hand
like tiny grains of sand.
Missing someone is a poison,
I’d wish on nobody.
You found an excuse,
to drive by my house.
All the way out of town.
You wanted to see me.
The one day I miss your text.
So that night I call you instead.
I never thought I would.
In my head you’ve died
a thousand times.
But grief would give anything
to hear your voice.
Talking to you felt
like the first signs of spring.
Like the snow melting,
and the blue skies.
Like bird chirping
in the morning.
You sounded different,
like you wanted to change.
I could hear your cries for
help in between your words.
Like morse code.
You’d never admit to missing me.
People told me you avoided me
because you didn’t care to see me.
But deep down I knew
that wasn’t true.
I’ll never forgive myself,
if I don’t see you.
I’ll never forgive myself
for missing your call.
To have all the forks in the drawer
and no spoon.
To be so close
but oceans apart.
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Cory Garcia
2yLove this poem - thank you for sharing - It brought a feeling of being Adrift atop a sea of thoughts immersed by yearning... the yearning to know even if only by proximity the feeling of connection... timid hopes like sparks that aren't allowed to pierce the heart... and thus remaining on the surface having no opportunity to drink in the bounty that is life.
My name is Beck
2y@Cory Garcia Thank you so much! human connection is such an intense, and wonderful yet painful experience and at the end of the day two people who miss each other always come back together regardless of the circumstances by mistake or intention. I appreciate your words and listening to mine! cheers
Vic Evora
2yFriends are forever surely. Lovers not so much. I love this poem.
My name is Beck
2y@Vic Evora very true - thank you so much!