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This tomb is familiar to me,
A lifetime ago it meant a lot, you see.
Time weathered the edges,
The illegible text clings to the ledges,
Your name barely rings a bell,
The tide washed away your memory in the swell,
Thinking of you… wherever you are,
A distant dream that smells sweet from a far.
when I woke up
the morning was cold,
the sky was dark.
it was like even the Earth knew.
throw on my suit,
black as coal.
I'm late,
felt like the longest walk of my life.
when I get there,
the service has begun.
the priest begins his solemn words
there's flowers,
red, white, yellow
no one's crying - yet.
I take the last empty seat,
The coffin.
the half finished bottle of wine, the smell of your cigarettes in my hair, the sleeping couch
its unfinished
He does not know how to run,
  run after; love, dreams, aspirations
     when you left, you broke him
         I want to fix him. . . but I can't.
             That's the worst feeling in this earth.
Daddy Daddy, it appears
that all you care about is beer.
How come when I'm near
it's always like I'm not even here?
I hate him so much...
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