Come home

missing them

The moment was quiet.

The world was at ease,

All except the whisper of the wind, blowing through the trees.

We lay awake, 

in separate beds,

& 

in separate cities.

The nights are long, and lonely.

They talk. 

Softly 

&

gentle,

short

&

simple. 

he says, "I miss you"

and she says, "I miss you too."

He feels comfort in those words

but all she feels is sad.

He questions why, and it's because she's lost inside

 without him.

A long pause, a tug at her heart strings,

and then he calls her his love.

She jumps inside and is stuck wondering why this has to happen now.

Because, it's the 

distance

&

timing 

that leads to her breakdowns

&

crying

And all she wants is for him to be around. 

Author's Note

What image do you picture from this?

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

An image of "love" holding the strings of "lust" with faith!

This poem`s many verses itself to define the "memories". When someone`s in love, he always find truth even in all lies but, when he`s in a state with broken heart, he just seeks to find.. to know an every individual lie even in all the pile of truth. Very impressive poem!

[Alysia]

Thank you for the feedback, it's much appreciated!

[Shadows Ember]

i really like this. i personally can relate to this and i love how it seems spot on but yet different in ways.