It's strange,
you are near,
only a town away
Yet, I never run into you.
We do not pass on the street.
There is always a feeling,
Deep inside, incomplete.
Days quickly pass,
Turning to months, way too fast
Memories are all I have,
I hang onto the very few,
The good ones, they must do.
I know your time is slowing down,
I resound, hoping you will hear.
Longing and aching, knowing you are near,
How can I make it clear?
I don't know what I did,
Or where I went wrong
but I know I cannot run,
These feelings are eating me alive.
The ache and pain will not subside.
The words pour out,
Yet, I fear, you will not hear,
You will not care,
And so, we are quite alike,
Self-absorbed, stuck.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
