one day you'll wake up
and the sun
(how I love the sun)
will be rushing in the room
like golden honey
you'll have a quiet smile on your face
and your heart will be rooted to your feet
yet your mind will expand to cover thousands
and thousands of miles
the sea will kiss your nose
or maybe it's just rain,
you can't tell
it tastes salty
but so do your tears
and you wonder why you're crying?
I'll be in the back of your mind
just a subtle ghost of a time long ago
you'll never know exactly what went wrong
or exactly where I went
the memory of my disappearance will be foggy
because I had slowly dissipated into the night
you couldn't even pinpoint the moment
when you realized I was gone
you had just woken up on a rainy Saturday
and thought that I hadn't been around for a while
but you couldn't exactly remember when I had left
and you definitely had no idea where I had gone
you didn't really miss me, you would think
all you missed was the idea of me
and the feeling of youth and light shoulders
you'll wake up that day
with a slight pang of your heart
a slight wistfulness for has beens
and should bes
and I'll just be a mystery
because there had never been a solid goodbye
and you'll think about me sometimes
and slowly you won't remember my face or habits
if I passed you on the street
I'd be just another person
and you wouldn't recognize me
but you'll always wonder
what happened to me
and you might hope things
turned out okay for me
(although we both knew that things
would never turn out okay for me)
you'll wake up that morning
and maybe it'll take you a few seconds
to even remember my name
and that, my darling
is how it will be
it'll be like this,
the day you wake up
and realize you don't miss me at all
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...