Fears of the future keep crossing my mind... So I ponder every way that I may slow the time.
Tag: Poetry
Last Call
They asked me whether or not she could still hear... So I held my phone patiently against a dying woman's ear...
Fading
I close my eyes
and try to picture
everything that
happened in those
moments...
But time has
already begun to
blur the details...
Dutifully and
without condolence.
Pretend
Sometimes I like to
remember the times with you
I know we never had...
Pages
As I read my book you cross my mind... Causing the words to blur as the story becomes insignificant. And soon I'm left lost in the pages... Unable to focus on anything but you.
Rearview
I can see you fading away
in my rearview mirror...
With dead leaves
and empty dreams
swirling at your feet.
No End
Sometimes it seems as if the past is still present. I can see that everything is over... But it feels like nothing has ended.
Swept
Sometimes I feel like an undertow has swept me up. Forcibly suffocating, pulling, and dragging me so much farther out than I thought I'd ever be able to go...
Rewind
Five minutes pass
and a hundred moments
run through my mind.
And when I try to hit fast-forward...
I click the damn rewind.
Shower
Why do I leave the shower
looking so puffy and red?
It’s because all I did
was just stand there…
Replaying all the things
I wish I had said.
AO Poetry 
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