Yesterday I opened the top drawer in my nightstand
A notebook that once belonged to you lay there, on top of the pile of books you treasured most.
It only takes a glance to spark a memory. Then one thought leads to another, and I'm lost in an abyss of the absence of you
So I don't pick it up, and I don't read the first page, not even the first word.
Instead, I take the drawer key in my hand. Lock it, never to be unlocked again. Throw the key away, in a rushing river, but I make sure not to look at the water, because it would remind me of how much you loved nature.
And it only takes a glance to spark a memory.
I'll never know what was in that notebook.
People tell me that saving your things would keep you close to me. But I hide them away because it doesn't matter how tightly I hold your notebook, or how long I read it, or how many times I turn it over in my palm;
When someone dies, they are gone forever, and you can spend all of eternity trying to stay close to them, but they will never be close like they were before. They will never be close enough for you to touch them.
And even if you could somehow reach to the end of space and time,
They will never be able to touch you back.
-GS
YOU ARE READING
Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
