Missing Someone Isn't An Easy Thing To Do

Missing someone isn't an easy thing to do. 

It comes and goes, in the excitement of something familiar or the thought of you.

During anxiety filled showers and sleepless nights,

the pain lingers and crowds my mind.

Glimpses of memories, like daydreams.

Oh, how they fly through my eyes. 

 I realize that they are only memories though and the tears start to flow.

Your face flashes through the sunlight and stares vividly at me in my dreams,

a closer look and things aren't what they seem. 

I miss the laughter, and several other things. 

Sometimes I wish these memories and visions weren't just a dream.

I sometime picture a moment where you come and find me.

But, I know that this moment is far from a reality.

I miss your sweet charm and the way you used to taunt me.

My life continues forward, but I still see you in my rear view mirror and its daunting. 

I miss your salt and pepper hair and that wrinkle on your nose.

Those soft, yellow eyes like a sun freshly arisen. 

It feels like a chore, pushing the grief away.

I'm accomplishing all of these things, 

still I wish you could witness them.

I wish I could've been enough,

but it's me who broke my heart.

Frank says,

"Baby, come home.",

 and I croon along. 

The spotlight fades though,

and with that I realize my fate.

To sing to any empty arena,

to speak to any empty crowd,

to come home to an empty bed...

To love and receive a wall. 

Missing someone isn't an easy thing to do,

especially when that someone is you. 

Author's Note

New, may fix later. Thanks for reading. - Sedona
*They say poetry is supposed to be whatever you want to be, but I always feel so dumb for allowing the same pain to influence my writing. I feel so vulnerable and I hate it, I always feel like I give so much of myself away. Its made me really rethink wanting a career in poetry or even sharing my poetry in a club or group. I don't know, maybe I'm reading too much into my own feelings*

Reviews

[Kent Rawski]

I hope our feelings give us a purpose i have felt like you. reaching out we have to go in a new direction errors will be made but growth will come think of the life rings of an old oak tree each one a story each different, life will happen to us again and again thank you for sharing part of your life in poetry

[sedona._.arizona]

Thank you, I appreciate this so much. You're right, and I think I'm going to try to look at my life and poetry like that more often. Thank you again for reading and leaving a review

[Kent Rawski]

youre welcome quick results!