six

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so i usually post my poetry in the order i wrote it, but i took the liberty of moving this poem up a few, just because last night, this book hit 600 reads, i hit 66 followers, and this book was #3 in poetry (which is one half of six?!?!?!) maybe i'm being crazy, but... here's "six" :) BTW THANK YOU FOR 785 READS AND 205 VOTES! <3

i love this poem -- it's a super different format than my usual, but it's very *catarine hancock* inspired so... enjoy!

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six minutes
since you left
and i can't stop
thinking about you
thinking about how you
stormed out
of my apartment
and i
knew
as the door closed
that this wasn't
going to be
like the other times
you're gone
you're gone
you're gone

six hours
you're still
on my mind
running through my
dreamscapes
singing me soft
melodies
lullabies
hush
and still you
exist
in my dreams
come back
come back
come back

six days
and the ache
in my heart
grows larger
with every
passing
second
i've picked up my
cell phone
to call you
at least
twenty times
in the last hour
i can't focus
i need you
i need you
i need you

six weeks
i'm forgetting
the way you
smell
the hoodie you
left here
has gone
stale
lost its
uniquely-you
scent
i think i'm going
crazy
i passed your
house
on the way to
work
today
and i remembered
us
i loved you
i loved you
i loved you

six months
every day
is a little bit
easier
almost
infinitesimally
though
your eyes
linger
in my
imagination
like the
taste
of coffee
after you've
finished this
morning's
cup
and you're
driving
on the long
commute
to work
i miss you
i miss you
i miss you
but we're better
off
apart

six years
and i still
think about you
sometimes
i guess you can
never fully
rid yourself
of the imprint
of someone you
loved that much
i loved you
that much
i forget
how your face
looks
sometimes
but i'm too
scared
to look through
pictures
to remember
it feels like a
lifetime
since i've
seen you last
i'm happy
i'm happy
i'm happy
and yet

six decades
and i've realized
that first love
still
clings
to me
like a staticky
blanket
when the
stars
glisten in the sky
outside
i searched
for you
in others
it didn't work
i moved on
i suppose
i stopped looking
for happiness
and that's when
i found it
i'm at peace
i'm at peace
i'm at peace.

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