Archive for the Melancholy Category
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Unanswered

Don’t want to hear the answer
If I have to wait
It’s far too late for us now
Can’t bury myself in the idea
If you’re not here then I’m not here
Don’t want to be here
Shouldn’t have to ask
Set myself down slowly
It’s a long road
Full of pot holes
And I can’t drive manual anymore
Wind myself around a tree
Wind myself into a knot
It’s not you it’s me
Don’t want it to be.

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WASH AWAY

Baby wants to touch it
Touch it tenderly
This prison of muscle
Blood pumping, thumping hard
Reminding me of the time
It was alive and well
Sending postcards
Long ago, almost gone now
The memory of how you
Smothered the pain
With your calloused hand
Worn from wringing
the insecurity
From your being.

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THURSDAY NIGHT

He has gone – and for how long – only the night will tell.  I miss him in this place – I miss him close to me.   I play lovestruck, heartache, burning deep inside.  No one can know what it’s like.  It is difficult to describe.  And sometimes I just want to close it up – those lasting hours – until the tick click of the front door – and the shuffling into the room.  He crawls into this warm place – where I have wasted the night – sleepless and restless and aching like sunburn.  He yawns and rubs his weary eyes – while I sniffle – over trivial matters – that no matter.  He pulls me close and tells me – he loves me.  I was in the missing – and I look forward to the kissing – the sorry for the empty.  Only – now he has gone – and again – I am alone.

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