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Evan Overkamp Poem
Everything about this place reminds me of you
From the couch where you once sat to the bed we used to lay in
From the kitchen where I once cooked for you to the bathroom where I held back your hair
From your handprint on my bathroom mirror to the chair I always saved for you
Every part of this place is infused with memories of you and they won’t go away
Maybe it’s a good thing I’m leaving this place that I first called home
The place I hoped we’d raise a child and have a family
The place I where hoped to grow gray and old with you
But you left…
And now my home, the one place I should feel happy, is shrouded in a cloud of deep sorrow
My house is no longer my home, but my prison
Where my mind is kept under constant assault with memories of our past
Where I have trouble sleeping because I got used to doing it with you next to me
Where I have trouble eating because you aren’t across the table sharing the meal with me
Where the one person I love most in the world took my heart and crushed it under their foot
This place used to be my home.
Now it’s a constant, heartbreaking reminder of what I’ve lost
Who I’ve lost…
I will always love you and I hate myself for it
Because it would be so much easier to hate you
For making my home, a prison.
Signed,
Me
Copyright © Evan Overkamp | Year Posted 2025
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Evan Overkamp Poem
I knew that when I fell for you you didn’t feel the same but if I had the chance there’s not a thing that I would change
And If the stars were falling and you said you wanted one, I’d go and catch and bring you the sun
Id walk a million miles to try to gain your love and if that’s not enough I wouldn’t walk them, I’d run.
Another day goes by without your hand in mine but that’s alright, I’ll wait my turn, I’ll get in the back of the line.
So when the day comes when I reach out my hand and hold yours in mine, I’ll tell you all these words, I’ll repeat every line. Until I know you know I want you to be mine.
I have a couple words, 5 of them minus 2, that I desperately want to say to you. Now I know they carry a lot of heft but they come from the beating heart within my chest.
You may not want to hear them so I’ll wait until you do. Until you’re finally ready to say “I love you too”
Copyright © Evan Overkamp | Year Posted 2025
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