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.
I’ll hold the sun with these hands
And let it fade across the skies
A burst of colours moving
So you can always walk in light
To see the golden in your skin
And the strands of sun in your hair
Against this pretty backdrop,
It feels as though time has stopped.
It’s been a while since I’ve last written
The hopes and dream scattering in my palms.
The elusive future, as I sit in front of the windows
The city lights and the city stars
The tiny people in the far distance.
The body of water shimmering in darkness,
And the warmth of your hands on mine.
It’s not as if it has disappeared –
I am always in the darkness and
From time to time, borrowing light.
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.
Isn’t it funny how
So much time could pass
And so many words could be left unsaid
So many dreams could come
So many hearts you could love
And then un-love
But there will always be something
Suddenly and randomly,
Unknowingly and heartbreakingly,
That will remind you of them.
I saw you in my dream last night,
Though I never once did back then.
You held me so gently as if you had forgotten,
That I was the one who had hurt you back then.
So I held you back in a way,
I never once did back then.
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