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Molly Barnes Poem
On days that I am still,
I find I miss you more.
I need someone
to talk to
who will understand
and
have the capacity to contemplate
deeply, beside me.
When I am still
I wonder if I am truly happy
when I am not still.
Is happiness
now busyness or
am I just so distracted that I do not
know true joys
anymore?
When I am still I think about love.
I want to feel love
like I had when you were alive.
It will be different
because
it won't be you,
but still
maddening and romantic
all at once.
I wish I had time
and someone
to spend time with.
We could run away for a few days
and find pure happiness
in the simplicity of
listening to the forest as we hike a mountain.
Or looking at the stars as he held me that night.
We could be still,
Together.
But when I'm still,
Even with him,
I find I miss you more.
Copyright © Molly Barnes | Year Posted 2017
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Molly Barnes Poem
I wish you could look at someone,
and
in just the tilt of your head
when you look at them
or the wrinkle of your face
when they make you smile,
that overlooked little gesture could
have the power
to unlock all the secrets of your life.
Like a silent movie,
your past,
the pain you have dealt with,
the joys you have come to find;
it would all be projected before them
as an intimate look into your soul.
You could allow them
to see what you've seen
and to feel what you've felt-
but on a smaller scale
so it doesn't
break their heart
and destroy them
as it did to you;
Yet still,
it makes them deeply aware of
all your fears
and your dreams.
Those few seconds would be
the most intimate
dance of emotion
you'd ever share with someone,
and they'd know
exactly who you are
because of that experience.
Copyright © Molly Barnes | Year Posted 2017
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