More time for me i thought as she left that mid-afternoon clouds rolling, summer sun lagging More Food for me i thought eating my first of what was soon to be many unhealthy meals alone in what seemed like and probably was years The night sky emptying my window More room for me i said with crying heart as i lay next to a dimpled pillow we used to hold her head The absence creeking floor boards in mine More hope for me i reproached the only thing i had hoped for that was now gone. hoped that the tightening of that throbbing muscle in my chest would go away, That the nightmare subside, That some how life would reverse itself, give me a second chance at not fucking things up... a collauge of bitter sweet memories ate away my reasoning one nerve at a time but the more i got for me the less me wanted it
Reason for writing:
dunno
Birth sign: Leo
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