Get Your Premium Membership


It’s you,It’s always been you, Lovely as always, Just sitting there, saying nothing at all, Being just the way you are. It’s your eyes that make me go slightly insane. It’s been all these years, Like sailing away adrift, Going nowhere in particular, Just away from you. It’s my thoughts of you stampeding in my mind, I’m not missing you, I keep reassuring myself. Now I know: it’s not you, It’s my memories of you, It’s probably my destiny to be lonely. You are only a word And I don’t know what you mean, Not any more, not any longer. I’m not old, I’m probably dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 4/12/2013 9:10:00 AM
I like it, compelling
Login to Reply