Regina Mcintosh Poet Free verse

Am I Really Me

I always reach for you
When the night seems too long
It feels like you should be there
Lying where you always were

I want to hold your hand
Feel your fingers tighten
Around my own tentacles
Two hands cleaving as one

Since you’ve been gone
The walls listen to my sobs
And seem to whisper of grief
That edges my very soul

Missing you is like a nightmare
Where I never truly wake
It leaves me feeling sluggish
Even during the sunniest days

I often wonder if I will ever find comfort
Amid the pain of my memories
Will I ever look through the old photographs
And caress the heart of what could have been?

Missing you is a tragedy
That keeps me grasping
For the pieces of the past
Which frequent my thoughts
Without you, I think
Am I really me?

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Gary Bateman October 12, 2014 at 9:40 AM Gina . . . I read your work here with sincere attention and empathy. Your articulation of the closeness and then the separation occurring between two people in this instance is quite poignant and well-done!! This one is a FAV for me!! It's a "7" as well. Exceptional write!! I will be reading more of your works. I would have thought more people would've commented on your poem here. They don't know what they're missing. Cheers and Best Wishes, Gary