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One or one thousand years.

Poetry By: fireflystar

Written for the anniversary of Saturday 9.7.11.

Submitted:Jul 9, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

It's been one year, how can it be?
Has it not been thousands, since I left you, and you left me?
Sorrow is the word, silent on my tongue.
I am numb. As if I am in mourning.
There is no rain to reflect my mood, nor is there sunshine to make it ironic. There is just.
Last year the sun shone. It was beautiful.
A year ago I last saw your face, I haven't forgotten. Forever I will remember your smile.
A year ago was the last time we kissed; I still feel the memory of your lips.
When I try and move on, all I do is miss you. And ache,
For your embrace, for none can replace it
And no one ever will.
I knew it would be the last time I kissed you, yet I never truly considered what that meant,
that soon, you would be kissing someone else. Forgetting me.
I'll watch you from afar, I can only observe,
I can't tell you what you do and what you don't deserve.
I can only watch and laugh and cry for you,
It's up to you what you do, which paths you choose.
Sometimes, I wish you'd take the road which would lead you back to me.
But I was never right for you.
Now you've found someone who makes you happy, but if you hadn't driven yourself insane, you would have been just right for me.
You were anyway,
When you were you. I loved you anyway,
When you were someone new.
It doesn't matter, I still love you. Now I know if I were right for you, and we could forget the past, we would be great.
But we can't.
You no, you must be right for me, because I still love you, even though we both know I should hate you.
Love. You've made me hate the word, as I hate those who use it for themselves, as you used to do.
People smiled when I said I loved you, patronised me. I was too young to love you see,
But if everyone loved like I love you, the world would be a very different place to be.
A year ago, the tides turned and I wouldn't turn them back,
Life's moved on, you've gone away, you're happy now.
I don't want your words. I used to see them and smile, they warmed my heart.
I kept them, and kept them and kept them then I realised they were lies,
That you truly did say them to everyone.
I didn't need your words; I just wanted you to mean them.
A year ago, this week, you held me tight. We both cried, we'd been through so much.
Even after everything, there was so much love.
You sang to me, and told me I would never be alone. I don't know why.
A year ago, Thursday, you wouldn't dance with me, and you were angry because of something I said.
This year, I made myself pretty again, laughed a bit, struggled a lot, and then fell asleep exhausted.
A year ago, Friday, we held each other tight,
You wanted more, but we ran out of time.
This year, I don't remember.
A year ago, Saturday, we spent some time alone,
You didn't realise that I was leaving home.
This year, I'd love to pay a visit.
You played guitar, the last time I saw you was from a distance.
A year ago, I last saw your face; I haven't forgotten.
Do you think I ever will?
If you do, you're mistaken.
It's been one year, how can it be?
Has it not been thousands, since I left you, and you left me?
A year ago, it was all said and done.
God help me. Has it only been one?


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