You're always somewhere in my mind.
Your name, your face, your memories
They haunt me.
They mock me.
They tease me with false hope.
I hear your voice sometimes,
And feel your footsteps,
"Karen! Karen, wait!"
And when I turn back, in hopes to meet your stare with mine,
I see the sidewalk.
The trees.
The buildings.
The sun.
Which all mean nothing to me, in comparison to the meaning of you.
I constantly think of you, but I never speak,
Because speaking of it forces me to accept this harsh reality,
That you no longer love me,
The same way I love you,
And I no longer mean everything I meant,
Before when I thought you loved me too.
And I know I'm young,
And I have much ahead of me,
But you can't accuse me of wrong,
For feeling love eternally,
For someone so little...
So insignificant, really...
But ask me why I love you,
And I'll ask you why you hate cheese,
Because I remember you always saying you hate it,
And me asking you why,
And your responses consisted of "I don't know"s and "I just do"s
Well, that's my same reply.
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