I always reach for you
When the night seems too long
It feels like you should be there
Lying where you always were
I want to hold your hand
Feel your fingers tighten
Around my own tentacles
Two hands cleaving as one
Since you’ve been gone
The walls listen to my sobs
And seem to whisper of grief
That edges my very soul
Missing you is like a nightmare
Where I never truly wake
It leaves me feeling sluggish
Even during the sunniest days
I often wonder if I will ever find comfort
Amid the pain of my memories
Will I ever look through the old photographs
And caress the heart of what could have been?
Missing you is a tragedy
That keeps me grasping
For the pieces of the past
Which frequent my thoughts
Without you, I think
Am I really me?
©2014 by Regina Riddle
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
I always reach for you
When the night seems too long
It feels like you should be there
Lying where you always were
I want to hold your hand
Feel your fingers tighten
Around my own tentacles
Two hands cleaving as one
Since you’ve been gone
The walls listen to my sobs
And seem to whisper of grief
That edges my very soul
Missing you is like a nightmare
Where I never truly wake
It leaves me feeling sluggish
Even during the sunniest days
I often wonder if I will ever find comfort
Amid the pain of my memories
Will I ever look through the old photographs
And caress the heart of what could have been?
Missing you is a tragedy
That keeps me grasping
For the pieces of the past
Which frequent my thoughts
Without you, I think
Am I really me?
©2014 by Regina Riddle
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