Every time I close my eyes
Flashes of golden locks and reddish hues;
Then forest green eyes
that would shine like jewels
under the gleaming sunThe scent of almond mixed with pomegranate and sandalwood;
The salty ocean,
a field of hyacinths;
Something mixed all together, one that I cannot describe by a single word.
He smelled of sweets, but not overpowering;
A strong smell, but not just.
A scent that was his alone.He was always there to greet me - in my dreams I mean.
That face of his that would shine brighter than the sun every time he would smile.
Soft lips,
freckled cheeks; the same ones I would caress and kiss.But once my eyes open,
the flashing images of him disappear
and I'm greeted with the cold distant ceiling.
White see through curtains
that swayed against the cold night breeze;
the moon high up in the sky, emitting her glow within the floor and my walls.Our room that was once filled with laughter, singing of songs and endless nights of telltales; have long vanished.
Silence remained.I could only gaze up at the beautiful moon herself and hope for the impossible.
"Dear goddess of the moon,
He was my sun, my one and only.
Wherever he goes, I follow, so take me to him.
I do not care if I became his shadow, because a shadow cannot exist without it's light.
Where is my place in the world without him?
Where would I go if not to follow his footsteps and walk beside him?
Who else will wake beside me other than him?
He is irreplaceable. He was my world."This is what it's like, every day, without him.
Every day, without him.______
Authors note:
I was listening to this song while working and suddenly thought of Patroclus and Achilles. Before I knew it, I already started writing this lovely (and angsty) poem.I hope you enjoyed reading it, just as much as I enjoyed writing it :)
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PoesiaA book filled with poems of my thoughts. TW: suicidal thoughts, self-harm & abuse.