I can see her back facing mine,
White like snow, translucent under the moon
The curve of her shaking shoulders
As she sobs into the night.
The break of her voice before it quietens,
The eventual silence before the break of dawn
Silently she’ll stand naked in the dawn of light,
With her back, still facing mine.
We probably won’t meet again
In this same time and space,
I won’t see your face,
Or hold your hand.
You’ll never say my name again
and I’ll never have your heart again.
Silently the years go by
You appear once more.
As if the years were merely seconds,
Unyieldingly and warmly,
Your straightforward eyes.
My morning coffee tastes of you
It’ll taste of your pretty smiles
Burning sweetness, a dash of bitterness
It’ll taste of you
A little milk, a little mellow
And I’ll end up thinking of you
The mornings will go by like this
Thinking of you
There is this overwhelming feeling of sadness
That wells up in my chest
And claws frantically at the throat.
This shadowing feeling of hollowness,
This overwhelming feeling of lonesomely calling,
Between wanting to say the words that cannot be said,
And the words that shouldn’t be said,
Then the words that I wanted to say,
Actually, in the end
Nothing is said.
I’ll never be able to forget you
No matter how hard I try.
I think and think
And of yesterdays, your face remains.
Your laughter and your words,
They’ll always painfully remain
To remind me of the mistakes I had made.
And god I miss, miss you so much.
Even if I write a thousand poems,
I’ll never be able to write enough
To write you.
I’ve never written you and
I’ve never written your soft laughter –
How you couldn’t even look me in the eye.
I’ve never written your words,
Your hopes and dreams –
Your drunken slur.
I’ve never written the secrets between you and I,
Because I know eventually it’ll become a blur.
I think of you too much
When I’m drunk and alone,
I think of you but I’m alone.
I’ll see something that reminds me of you,
Maybe I just like you too much.
I’ll see someone’s smile and remember yours
I’d think of you and imagine what it’d be like
If you think of me like this too.
It’s strange to think
Just the sound of your voice
Or the mentioning of your name
The colour of your shirt
And the way you say my name
Can put my world on hold,
It’ll never be the same
There’s a song that reminds me of you,
There are words and feelings and moments
And that song in the background –
In your room, it keeps playing
And in my heart it keeps screaming.
I hear it and wonder
Somewhere, are you also,
Still haunted by this very song