I am supposed to be
reading a book
Or doing something
equally as productive
Instead I am thinking
about going home
And I am wondering if
we will ever meet again
I am hoping that today
is not our last
I am hoping that
tomorrow is not the start of the new beginning that I need
I am hoping that you
will choose to be a part of that new beginning that I need
I know that I should
not want more than I have
I know that I should
not think this is more than what it is
I know that there is
nothing more and nothing less
And yet a small part of
me wishes for it to be
I cannot help but think
that you will forget
That you do not feel as
I do
But I will not
apologise for these fleeting thoughts
I know that it does not
matter whether this is more or less
I know that it does not
matter if we are or we will never be
I know that it does not
matter if you choose to forget
I know that it does not
matter if this is the last time
I will always know you
as the only one
Who could see straight into my soul
And stare unflinchingly
at the ugliness inside
I can relate to this poem in so many ways. Eloquent.
ReplyDeleteNicely done, as ususal. :),Susan Cooper
ReplyDeletePowerful as always with a killer punch at the end. I love your poetry - hope you're doing ok chica!
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