Honestly Speaking
I walk the streets by myself
but find myself laughing
and I don’t feel so alone anymore...
Could be that the breeze tickled
the laughter out of me
but I’ll be honest…
it was your corny joke the other time--
amazing how I just laugh so much when I am with you
I’m doing my laundry
but find myself singing
and I don’t feel like complaining at all...
Could be that bubbles popping
reminded me to burst into song
but I’ll be honest…
it was smelling your perfume--
sure made me delirious enough to sing
I’m cooking dinner
but find myself burning my fingers
and I don’t feel the pain so much...
Could be that the oil
wasn't too hot after all
but I'll be honest...
it was hearing your voice on speaker--
it warmed me all over and made me forget the pain
I walk the streets by myself
but find myself crying
and I just feel so impossibly alone...
Could be that it was
just one of those days
but I'll be honest...
reality finally sunk in--
crashing into me that you were really gone
Copyright © Kabuteng P.Ink K. | Year Posted 2010
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