Our Spot

I stood in that spot the other night;

You know the one I mean.

I watched the waves roll in,

White caps forming as dark blue converged.

 

Our spot,

The one where we first met,

The one where we first kissed,

The one where you showed me what love was.

 

I stood in that spot the other night.

I let the wind lift my hair off my neck

And hoped it carried my words far enough

For you to hear them.

 

As I stood in that spot,

I told you everything that has happened since you left.

I told you about burning your favorite dinner.

I never was a good cook, but you never minded

And always told me it was good even when it wasn't.

 

I told you

About loosing myself somewhere in grief,

About learning to be strong,

About finding myself again on this beach

Where I can feel your presence.

 

There is something so calming

About the sounds of the waves,

About the breeze blowing in your face,

About the seagulls call,

And about the sand between your toes.

 

The breeze melted away the Ice numbing my soul.

But I barely noticed the tears as they fell,

A misty side effect of the tidal wave,

Of hurt, anger and grief at my loss.

And I prayed the wind didn't carry that to you.

 

When the wave receded

Carrying away its debris and cleansing my soul,

I told you about our daughter,

How she was with your mother that night.

I talked about how life was strange,

That death should bring people together.

You always wanted me to get along with your mother;

I just don't think you planned it to happen this way.

 

I told you how confused our little girl is,

How I don't really think she understands yet.

She keeps asking when you are coming home;

I keep telling her that you can't.

But she just nods her head,

Never sheds a tear,

And asks again.

I know you hate therapists,

But I think she may need to see one.

 

I told you about the funeral,

How beautiful the flowers were,

What nice words were said.

So many people came

I didn't know half of them,

But everyone came out to honor a hero.

I know that’s not what you would want to be called.

You never wanted to be a hero.

You just wanted to do your job,

But it's no Leap for me to call you one now.

You always were to me.

 

I stayed in that spot for hours

Watching the tide roll in and back out again,

Watching wave after wave crash into the shore

As wave after wave crashed out of my soul.

I watched the moonrise, then the sunrise,

And I said so much to you

That you would think there was nothing left to say.

 

But here I am again

Standing in that spot.

You know the one I mean...

Our spot.

 

Author's Note

I am not very good at grammar and spelling and this piece to me it seems important that it should have it so please let me know if I have messed something up or over did or under did or anything you may notice in the read through....thanks!

Reviews

[Adam Jordan Turner]

Wow. Oh my God, Frances! that was so beautiful! I that is probably the most beautiful piece you have written. I absolutely loved it. I loved the journey, the struggle, the over coming, the honesty, the imagery, everything in it is just absolutly wonderful! I'll read it again later from grammatical errors, but the first time around I didn't notice any....anyway, this pice is fantastic, I really enjoyed the story it tells, it's very warm and touching. Nice write girl!

[brita]

Thank you for the review.
Aw...This was such a sad peice. I almost felt like I was on the beach wtching waves as I read it. And it wasn't a complicated, confusing sad. It was just a plain old simple sad poem. I really enjoyed it. There's nothing like loosing somebody you love dearly. And the fact the person was a soldier was even more heartwrenching. Overall, a very powerfull peice. If there were grammar mistakes, I didn't notice and/or it didn't matter anyway.
Wonderfull.

[Tomás Ó C..]

Dont worry about the grammer... the message get through well in the poem.

[J.P.O.et]

OMG, yes, this is so personal and emotional
I applaud you for sharing this and it is touching
At first I was thinking that you were talking to a lover that moved on in physical sense
but then as I read I realized it was a spiritual move. I am sure that they are with you and hear you
in 'your spot'
I love the ending however sad

'As wave after wave crashed out of my soul.
I watched the moonrise, then the sunrise,
and I said so much to you '

Just so emotional, I have no crit on this piece, this is yours
Thank you for the read and for this piece

J.P.O.et

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

I could picture the scene (our spot) and "feel" the words pouring out of the heart and soul of the woman. Really wonderful work. I'll highlight some punctuation changes that can be easily made in the "Note" section (if it cooperates for me today). Good job, Sharon

[Deepshikha]

Wow. That was amazing. I could really picture all the imagery and the emotions just swept over me like the waves. I loved it.