These Days
I breathe you in
The smell of your hair
The taste of you skin.
The promise of your body
The you that is part me
Laid out on sheets
Whiter than your skin.
Spread out across hope
Bluer than the sky
These things never leave me
They haunt me these days
When you are gone
As I watch you drift
The constant ache of absence
Relieved when I see you again
In spite the No Man's Land
That lays between us,
Probably, I'll close my eyes
And try to cross again
But, these days
I go about my business
I say my prayers
Eat when I'm hungry
Sleep when I'm tired
And am duly cut in two
One half here, walking around
The other
Laid out on sheets,
Shorn thin
Spread out across hope
That is as blue
As your eyes
And
as
Warm as your skin
Copyright © Alexander Jackson | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment