Samstag, 24. April 2010

Haunted

I left
and was adamant
about not looking back
because remembering
is as painful
as leaving ...

But the mind
is a powerful thing
for it remembers.

And I find it funny
that something
seems to always
bring me
back to you -
a song, a book,
a movie, a quote,
a place, a food, the rain ...
even the littlest of things.

Worse,
the things I used to like
now I see and feel
with pangs
of loneliness
gnawing at me.

What's with this endless
torture,
this mockery
of my desire
to forget you?

Anything and everything
seems to remind me of you
and worst, even nothing
becomes you
for even in silence,
there still is
you ...


1 Kommentar:

Judy hat gesagt…

Wenn das Dach über Dir zusammenbricht, kannst Du die Sterne wieder sehen!
Du schaffst das!! LG, Judith