Permalink Reply by jan on December 12, 2009 at 11:33am
i write poetry, and most of it is not too bad. I've been working on this and it seems no matter what I do to it, it does not get any better. This is not my best, but its feelings I needed to get out.
Gone
At times its hard to think of him as gone,
even now with him gone so long.
I think I hear his voice and I move towards it,
he is not there, just in my mind.
I miss him so much at certain times,
the night, in the morning, during the day.
Why did he have to be the way he was,
So stubborn, pigheaded, and just the way he was?
If it weren't for that, he would still be here,
to torment, love and argue with me.
I wake up in the middle of the night, still reaching for him,
but that side is cold and empty.
At night, I hate going to sleep, dreams, noises,
remind me of him.
I hate coming home from somewhere,
he is not there to greet or help me.
I loved him, hated him, and wished him gone at times,
until he was gone.