Left Behind
LEFT BEHIND
Let me come with you. Don’t
leave me here. Waking each
morning forgetting, between sleep
and wake, that you have gone
My body, confident that if I reach
for you across the lonely bed you
will be there warm and sleepy.
Skin smooth clean and sweeter
than any man has a right to be
Turning to you with my triumphs,
my hurt, my happiness, my
defeat. Taken for granted, the
sharing now lost forever
Laughter delights the heart but the
art of causing another to laugh is
the true joy. All lost
I still smell your cigarette smoke,
hear your voice, and feel your
foot fall, your presence so solid
that I speak aloud to you
Cursing you for leaving me,
pleading with you to return,
begging that fate turn the clock
back, beseeching that events be
rewritten, different, so at the last
possible moment, I will save you
Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets
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Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014
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