The pain doesn’t ease
it just slips my mind,
numbed by distraction
that I so desperately find.
Each morning starts
a little worse than the last
and each night ends
just out of my grasp.
The strength that I need
just to get through the day
seems weaker each moment
as I keep the pain at bay.
No drink nor drug
will ever help subdue
the ache in my bones
created by you.
Pardon me,
did I hear that right?
You say you love me
after you pick a fight.
We both know
we’ll be up all night
thinking we’ll gain
some better sight.
Morning comes,
have you seen the light?
Or is it time
that you take flight?
We both know
this pointless plight
and still we stay
with all our might.
Maybe you should go
before promises become regrets
and sleepless nights
break out into cold sweats.
Maybe I should go
and save you the pain
of keeping hope alive
for this helpless brain.
Moving day arrives
on a cold September day;
leaves vacate their home.
The crowd lights up
as the false blue glows
and memories are captured
in digital downloads.
All the while they watch,
that tiny little screen
and miss out completely
on what they should have seen.
While they tap away and tweet,
I enjoy the moment here on my feet;
their memories continue to glow
while mine are engrained in my soul.
There are a million reasons to love you;
I could start at number one
and carry on forever
and still not be done.
So it must be time I told you,
since I’ve known it for a while,
the main reason that I love you
is because you make my heart smile.
I know you are leaving,
but I really don’t care.
As long as you do your job
before you go to the fair.
Make sure that I have water
and don’t forget the food;
clean my litter box well
so I’m not in a foul mood.
Have fun or don’t,
it’s no matter to me,
but know that with a cat
is the best place to be.
As the night drags on,
it becomes abundantly clear
I’ve got nothing else to say;
my words just disappear.
My brain shuts down,
one neuron at a time,
as my eyes grow heavier
long after their prime.
Sleep finds others
but always evades me
while I wait in darkness
unable to see.
The last time I ran my fingers
through your hair,
you were as good as gone.
I could tell from your eyes
as they ran from mine
that something was wrong.
Your voice must have gotten lost
on its way out;
I didn’t hear a peep.
And in a moment meant to be
so intimate and sweet,
all I could feel
was absolutely cheap.
Autumn Siders 