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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Old Poetry... (5)

Far From Home written on 3/7/2009

Do you remember who we are?
Do you remember who we were?
Music until 1am? Laughing, so nervous, and showers and oh, holding, so gently, so much holding...and I love you.
Playing games and staring blissfully at each other...
Do you remember?
I have forgotten who I am. Completely.
Why does everything creep so surely away...
Why does everyone leave you all at once?
I remeber holding, but I forgot so much.
The way you smell. The way it feels to laugh. The hopeful face, all gone. Joy. All gone.
Where are you now? Now that you aren't you?
And where am I, now that I am alone and no longer myself?
Who's left? No one's standing up to take the blame for this?!
To want what we no longer are serves no purpose. But music comes onto the computer screen, reminding me of spring and you and me, and I still cry.

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