You broke me.
I no longer yearn to feel your hands
upon my skin
or care to share
the air from where you stand
don’t miss the spark
that passed between us
from the start
or sense the quiver
that brushing by you
to my soul
Categories: love, NaBloPoMo, NaNoPoblano, poetry, words
Tags: feelings, loss, love, poetry, soul, vibration, who am I kidding, words
You know those nights when you just can’t get to sleep because of some force of nature or another?
I’m fine with just about anything if I’m asleep. Trees cracking an losing limbs due to an ice storm? Didn’t hear a thing. Garbage cans flying down the street in gale force winds? Sleeping as soundly as possible. Raging downpour? No problem. If I am able to get to sleep, there’s no way Mother Nature is going to wake me before I’m ready.
If I can’t get to sleep before there is wind or rain or the eerie brightness of a snowfall, then all bets are off and I’m up for hours. Such was the case on the 12th of January. And so, I present you with the following:
Still awake; can’t sleep.
Thoughts of you spinning round in my head.
Like a favourite CD with track 2 on repeat.
The wind is loud and strong enough to clear my mind, you’d think.
But all it does is blow you back in and offer you a drink.
You sit and snuggle in and wait; I don’t know what for.
I try to push you out but you come right back; waves lapping against my shore.