Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
madsPoems
My memory seems faulty now Like water slipping through clasped fingers Not able to capture who you really are But who I wanted You To be. The smallest things make me Remember. A name that you wrote in a resume Or the tennis racquet hidden in my closet Or the pillow on my bed Or some boy’s eyes, dark like yours I never really had You So maybe I can’t voice this claim But I find myself remembering Which cupboard the glasses are in Or the tattoo you’ll get after graduation Things that don’t seem that intimate But are. I can’t complain In earnest since I knew That this would happen, and i [hoping against hope] did it anyway and my punishment is to be haunted by you day after day after day.
0
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 11:54 PM UTC
haunted
My memory seems faulty now Like water slipping through clasped fingers Not able to capture who you really are But who I wanted You To be. The smallest things make me Remember. A name that you wrote in a resume Or the tennis racquet hidden in my closet Or the pillow on my bed Or some boy’s eyes, dark like yours I never really had You So maybe I can’t voice this claim But I find myself remembering Which cupboard the glasses are in Or the tattoo you’ll get after graduation Things that don’t seem that intimate But are. I can’t complain In earnest since I knew That this would happen, and i [hoping against hope] did it anyway and my punishment is to be haunted by you day after day after day.
Written by
mads
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 11:54 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem