courtesy: Gry Poulson
Gone
but not
forgotten
It’s been a
while…
But lately it
feels like
you were lost to
me
all of a
sudden.
Nerves
disjointed
shooting
terror
where
nothingness
lived
experiencing
movements
from a mirage drawn
out of a fatal
error
from…within,
claiming that
this distorted
member
of my supposed
making
was still
a part of me
and tragically
though unseen,
was
furthermore
yet living…
It was
never
advertised
preemptively
that you would
only spend
this short
while
with me
before you
left quietly
disappearing
as if you were
never even
here
irrespective
of the
memories
that coloured
my tears
into
tranquilizers
that couldn’t
heal me
or my cares
but just
sedate
every sharpened
wince
of hurt
that prodded
inside
raging all the
more
after the
effects
were spent…
on the after
effects
of the fact
that you had left.
Disoriented
in the
continuing
aftermath
they said
would
eventually end
useless…
their comments
baseless
based on your absence
in the space
where I knew
you had once
been
tiptoeing
around
my strain
everyone
stretching
themselves
thin
because of my
dim
understanding
that this
sensation
was a farce
created to
shield
the most
breakable of my
disheveled
parts
which were
intimately
connected
through my grieving.
But
I knew what
was real
Though I never
did tell
I knew what
was real
when the sweat
broke
from my brow
and spilled
into
five turned
fifteen
turned
infinite
minutes from
hell.
I knew what was
real…
but acceptance
was too unkind
That’s why
I’d rather
believe this
illusion
in order to
be close
to you.
One last time.
#SELAHSATURDAYS
My
Inspiration: The Women
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