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April 27th, 2014 Five days, 120 hours, 72,000 mins, 432,000 seconds I count until I see you next. 40 days, 960 hours no - I forget how long since I last did. 4, 3, 2, 1 day 24 hours until your body touches mine for the first time in what feels like forever He drives. I stare at myself in the mirror touching my face my hair my skin Will you know me? Of course even strangers know love, But who is stranger after all these days I do not know He drives. I pace, back and forth like a ceaseless wave crashing Through doors unlocked waiting and I wonder - What is it you think of on those long stretches of highway? Me, I hope In a tunnel, my eyes like a clear light at the end And I tell myself you did not think of me when you Crash. He drives, Right into me, right into my soul; I dream it, I must because I know you're not here, you're not in the tunnel you are Nowhere Everywhere I wake, In sweat and tears your body next to mine for what feels like the first in forever May 5th, 2014 3 days, 72 hours, 4,320 minutes, 259,200 seconds You have been home and yet I still have the nightmare Terrorized By the idea Of you not being Mine.
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
May 5th, 2014
April 27th, 2014 Five days, 120 hours, 72,000 mins, 432,000 seconds I count until I see you next. 40 days, 960 hours no - I forget how long since I last did. 4, 3, 2, 1 day 24 hours until your body touches mine for the first time in what feels like forever He drives. I stare at myself in the mirror touching my face my hair my skin Will you know me? Of course even strangers know love, But who is stranger after all these days I do not know He drives. I pace, back and forth like a ceaseless wave crashing Through doors unlocked waiting and I wonder - What is it you think of on those long stretches of highway? Me, I hope In a tunnel, my eyes like a clear light at the end And I tell myself you did not think of me when you Crash. He drives, Right into me, right into my soul; I dream it, I must because I know you're not here, you're not in the tunnel you are Nowhere Everywhere I wake, In sweat and tears your body next to mine for what feels like the first in forever May 5th, 2014 3 days, 72 hours, 4,320 minutes, 259,200 seconds You have been home and yet I still have the nightmare Terrorized By the idea Of you not being Mine.
cassandra-dula
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
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