davesp64

Sometimes

When I’m waking in the morning

For just a few seconds

I don’t know that you’re gone

I hear the birds sing

I reach out to hold you

Then memory wipes you away

And I wrestle with knowing

That I’ll never see you

Or hear your voice

Ever again

Your touch is a ghost

That haunts my awakening

Making me wish I could

Dream on forever

And live with the fantasy

That’s all that is left of you

 

It seemed like forever

You took in your dying

I wanted the end to come

I couldn’t stand watching you

Wither away

Now I’d take back

What little was left of you

Just to have you for one more day

And another after that

To hold your bony hand

To kiss your pale forehead

To hope against hope

That the light would come

Back on in your eyes

 

Melancholy seems

The best word to describe it

This mixture of sadness

Relief

And guilt over feeling suddenly free

And I want to escape

I want to get high

I don’t want to be here

Without you

I want to

I need to

Be somewhere else

Where everything’s not

A reminder of you

 

But life’s a reminder

Because of the way

You lived it

I look at the sky

And wonder about the wonder

You looked at it with

And wonder whether you

Would correct that last phrase

Because good sentences

Don’t end with prepositions

I even loved

The grammar nazi in you.