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Feb 2012
I wish I had been there,
sitting beside you,
when you saw America
and when you passed through her greatness

I wish I could have been there to see,
water so clear, it was like two skies
And when you screamed at the mountains
I wish I could have been there to answer your call

But I am there in some ways,
I was there when your car began to putter
and you thought it was your last drive
and I was there with you,
when the sun rose so sweetly into the sky,
that it made you take a deep breath,
and wonder if it was real,
because you were finally really doing,
all the great things,
that you once said you would

I know you were still here,
even though you were there
Because I carry you with me
I carry you to class
and into the car, on the bus
and wherever I go
But I cannot spend an eternity in my head

Some would say that a life like ours,
must be utterly romantic
But I say that it's ****.
You're like a dream,
that leaves my head and body buzzing for days
Every time we meet,
Every time you touch me,
I feel alive,
I'm flying sky high

Until you leave,
that's when I awake to reality
only to make the sick,
sad realization
that we can never have normal,
only too many goodbyes,
that make it harder to say hello.
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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   K Balachandran and JA Doetsch
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