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Oct 2012
Every time she is near me I am assaulted by memories
I would rather forget. Her perfume will not leave my senses.
Her face my dreams.
Every time we pass must we make idle conversation?
Let us be better people and pretend to watch birds singing in the trees.
At least they are happy.
Walk through me if not around me. I am more spirit now.
Men would give up completely without their delusions.
Look at me for example. Being over her is easy. I do it every day.
Till morning wanes to afternoon.
Three hours since I thought her name. Or put my head in an oven.
She passes me in the corridor wishing me well and everything aches
Greys. Falls like snow against the window pane.
I forget half the words she says, but know every inch of the warmth
She has granted me with those wide and welcome arms.
How can she be so blind? And yet so lovely.
I have seen her walk around a fly so as not to hurt it.
And yet she kills me so easily. Drowned in kisses.
Yes. Nice to see you too. You look well.
Perfection.
No I have not met someone else yet. Yes. I deserve the best.
But I do not want the best. I want her.
You think me alive? You are talking to a ghost.
Let me be, breath and I shall forgive all evils.
Leave me alone and I shall feel the warmth of the sun
Again on my cheeks.
Tomorrow I shall be free. Tomorrow she will lose her power over me.
But today is all I need. Today I will say hello.
And ask she never leave me.
Tru Baker
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