It's nice of you to say that you are fine
While I'm stuck here
Between the
Limitations
Imitations
Of life
While you're
Off in a great blue-speckled
Somewhere.
Holding up the sky?
More like gliding across it
Like a star ready to crash
While I'm stuck here
Gravity won't let me fly.
I looked
To the constellations
That first night
Without you
As if the celestial nothings
Could make my worries few
And could fix all of this
With a single star's
Death
Because I remember
Once
You told me
That we only saw stars
When they died
So, tell me, how?
Is that why I can't
See you now?
- Her
YOU ARE READING
I Told Him (Wattys 2014)
PoezjaShe told him not to do it but he took his life anyway. Told in free-verse poetry with sparse limerick/rhyming qualities, you don't know their names, but you'll forever remember their story. #Wattys2014
