Prompt: Describe how the persona misses someone.
I can’t seem to get you out of my head…
The way you used to be, the way we used to be.
We were once friends, sisters, and now
look at us, look at what time has done to us.
I don't even know who you are anymore.
Who we once were and who we are now,
is not who we used to be—together.
Has my heart grown cold in your absence?
Or has your sudden absence made my heart grow cold?
I hate to place the blame on you.
Yet, it seems, all this started the day you refused
to return my calls. My heart began to freeze
when I begged for you to talk but got no reply.
Mostly, my heart began to break,
never understanding why you abruptly left.
Even now, that we are attempting
to patch up this mess of ours, I know in my heart
we will never be the same two people we once were
together.
Now, together, we are different.
It seems our best relationship now is one that is separate.
I don’t like change because it hurts, it is too painful.
Especially when people change, when you look into their eyes and see
a ghost of whom they used to be. When you look into your heart and wonder
if maybe it is you who has changed.
May 15, 2011
May 15, 2011 at 8:03 PM UTC
Prompt: Describe how the persona misses someone.
I can’t seem to get you out of my head…
The way you used to be, the way we used to be.
We were once friends, sisters, and now
look at us, look at what time has done to us.
I don't even know who you are anymore.
Who we once were and who we are now,
is not who we used to be—together.
Has my heart grown cold in your absence?
Or has your sudden absence made my heart grow cold?
I hate to place the blame on you.
Yet, it seems, all this started the day you refused
to return my calls. My heart began to freeze
when I begged for you to talk but got no reply.
Mostly, my heart began to break,
never understanding why you abruptly left.
Even now, that we are attempting
to patch up this mess of ours, I know in my heart
we will never be the same two people we once were
together.
Now, together, we are different.
It seems our best relationship now is one that is separate.
I don’t like change because it hurts, it is too painful.
Especially when people change, when you look into their eyes and see
a ghost of whom they used to be. When you look into your heart and wonder
if maybe it is you who has changed.
© 2011 Meg McCluskey
May 15, 2011
For this one, I reused one that I already had but made it shorter. Maybe it works better than the original?
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