Sometimes I call myself
from your phone
just to hear that stupid ringtone we made
and your voice once more.
I speak to you in my head
and in my dreams
praying that you'll answer
my cries;
see the oceans
I've shed for you
and come home.It's been such a while
been missing your smile;
still haven't found mine
since it ran away
on that damned day
God reclaimed you.He had his reasons,
I'm sure
but in this state I
cannot see them
no matter how hard
I try.
I sometimes ask for
Him to explain them
but either He doesn't hear or
doesn't want to.Your spirit still haunts me
stealing my sleep and
placing a shadow
over my world.
One that refuses to move
no matter where the sun goes.
The sun I always
thought would stop shining
with your eyes.I was wrong.
I never knew just
how much you protected me
until I didn't have your umbrella
above me.Now I stand exposed
the water pooling at my feet.
It amasses around me
fuelled by the salt
that never ceases
to pour from my eyes.I tried screaming
for help. Praying for
a rescue boat.
But either no one can
hear me or
they choose to
ignore
my pleas.
Instead I
Drown.Your absence is
a gaping hole
from beneath me
that has me
vulnerableand leaves my
broken pieces
to their fate of
f
a
l
l
i
n
gwithout
your hand to hold.I miss you.
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Short Stories & Poetry
PoetryA collection of my poems and short stories. I write and publish them spontaneously- whenever the inspiration hits!