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Over Her at last

Its one of those days
When I am feeling fine again.
I think at last I am over you.
You are fading from me
Like a half forgotten tune.

I thought I would never feel
As good as this again
When you left me you took
a big piece of my heart with you.
But I am back on my feet now.

But wait a moment
Its springtime
And the rain it falls like a mist
Here’s the tree where
we used to shelter.
The blossoms are falling
Lantern shaped and dew covered.
Like the tears I shed for so long.

.If I listen carefully
I can hear your laughter
from far away
And drown in the joy we shared.

It’s just the springtime
I know it
But then
I should never think
Of you in springtime.
For that will surely
Break my heart in two
 Jul 2015 Nathaniel Brenner
Anna
coffee rings flood the
rivers on the maps.
the number of lipstick-stained
cigarettes document the miles
under our feet. buttoned shirts
and greasy hair. letting only
the stars tell the time.
the world seemed infinite through
the mirrors. possibilities thrived
in the towering trees and the
deep green of life.
your hand in mine,
where it was always meant to be.
 May 2015 Nathaniel Brenner
Anna
I found the one
that took away my sadness:
all I ever had.

that helped me realize
there is so much more.
What is meant by Speed, darling,
When the goal is Eternity?
2015-02-27
I've been attending my funeral
In this new reoccurring dream
It seems even my subconscious
Is growing tired
Of this Low self esteem
And the man behind the gun
Is just the man in the mirror
I've even started praying to god
That  this muddled vision of my future
Might become a little clearer
Because this gift I've been given
Is like a malnourished seed
All this time waiting for flowers or trees
But left there at my headstone
Just a pile of weeds
Better a, that didn’t go as I expected,
than a what if.
The soul doesn’t grow from *what if’s.
She fell for the clumsiness of
his touch when they first met,
nerves of loves first kiss.
He had become swift and
eloquent with is touch.
Now his fingers questioned
and answered every part of her and
she loved how his fingers spoke
fluently to her body in a language
without words.
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