The two

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: December 24, 2014

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I’m worthless, she thought,

This girl his wandering eyes caught,

as she walked the halls;

a pair of eyes seen something small:

a sight like vision shot--

a quiet treasure not oft sought;

and though she despaired, she walked on,

she walked passed him

to more lonely crowded, noisy rooms;

to some unnumbered place in gloom,

her head held low, hope so far gone,

the lights of her eyes, so very dim.

Then one day

he decided he’d change the world.

As she walked those dismal halls

He broke off the line, left the wall,

a boy found some perilous path by her way

and spoke to the lonely quiet girl.

That was the start,

so began it like a seed;

of something small and weightless:

of something tentative and fateless;

so became a half a whole, kept from the world apart

lost from taints like envy and greed.

The days still passed slow

The world still seemed so cold

but in the eve’s deep dark hours,

but in the numbered nights we called ours,

she’d wake and hold me close,

I’d lay and simply watch her age old;

and it grew to be something so much more,

and it came to be like a thing we’d always wore-

 

we found each other

and cast away damned days of yore.

Yeah we’re fine

now that he’s  found me

and I’ve made her mine.

All we do is wait for the nights

that we can fall asleep together

that we can shut away the blinding lights--

he laughs and I laugh too,

he cries and I hold him tight…

people never ask so we don’t tell them what we do.

Yeah we’re doing well,

hope to hope he can never tell

that if he ever left me I’d be in hell.

 

I’d spent a lot of months alone and weak

lost, confused and scared

and then came some marvelous markless week

where he stopped me after class by a board strewn of chalk

and handed me a slip of paper

that gave me way to talk

and then gave way to a certain coming together-

he made me laugh so damn hard,

I’d never had better.

Yeah I’ve done some things I wish I wouldn’t of,

some things I know he doesn’t like and just can’t quite get above

but is this the beginnings of love?


 

For all the horrid hate

I’d held in my heart,

I’m glad I’d been made wait

for the day she first saw me

and I her

and how I dared dream to see

a life she’d be in--

I gave her my phone number

and she let me in.

It came sluggish, yes it did,

but an accrual of joy

shot off and popped the lid

and let out all the inhibitions free:

I couldn’t stand her smile, it broke me--

God damn she made me happy.

...

 

Hello?

are you still there?

...

Yeah, I know,

you aren’t, haven’t been...

I really miss you, if it means anything--

haven’t seen you since then,

haven’t heard your voice, haven’t heard you speak,

I really miss you…

If I could go back to that week,

knowing this now

I could have stopped you…

All I do is wonder how

I missed you calling,

every night next to me, alone in the dark?

how I missed you crying, bawling…

I miss you now, I do, you have to know,

and I loved you, love you still,

so why’d you have to go?

Memories of you still play--

I’ve cried, done my crying,

why won’t your ghost just go away?

Oh, I don’t know what to do,

I’m dead inside too;

at least they had the decency to bury you.


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