Genevieve

Genevieve

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

The useless rain
the shivering of the glass against it
makes the smallest noise
For the time being I feel like magic still happens
there must be something in the wind today
Because it hasn't rained in California since I moved here.

I can hear your voice telling me it's time to sleep
Tor rest my brain from the hellish travels I have taken
I know you are right as you always were when you here
But I know you aren't anymore  and I have to wait until I can thank you

I hope that the storm brings you to me in my sleep tonight
I miss you so very much and I want you to know that the color of life is dull sometimes
But I have your whisper memories to bring the prism color back to the daytime
And when I feel the tears start I am comforted to know that is when I can find you.

Good night Genevieve, I will look for your face when sleep joins me
Beyond the chaotic noise and trees
In the kitchen where I last saw you listening to the rain
and the shivering glass against it making the smallest noise
feeling like magic still happens.

© 2014 Sarah McKeever Hitt


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

191 Views
Added on December 3, 2014
Last Updated on December 3, 2014

Author

Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

Chicago, IL



About
Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..

Writing