Precious

I thought I was over him

I thought the place

Is okay being empty

I thought its past the breaking point

And nothing

I state ‘Nothing’

On the way will break me

But then I saw you

Not ‘You’ you

But someone like you

Resembling your aura

Your stance

Your posture

Your face

Not too much

Neither too less

It was just enough

To tear all my stiches again

I looked at your look alike

And imagined how it would be

If you were here till now

If you were with me

I saw him

And it hit me

I was never over you

And I’ll never be

‘Cause you are a part of me

My very being is made of you

I am you and you’re me

Till I live

You exist

So then I ran out

And stood alone

Hiding my tears

And holding my heart

Crying and breathing

Stopping and seeing

Searching him as if I found you

But I knew

I long lost you.

I realized I cannot let you go

From my heart or my soul

‘Cause you’re precious to me

My Dad

You are precious to me.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

I was very close to my dad as well, more so than my mother and when he died, I lost my father, my mentor, a part of me. I'm glad I got many of his genes! Your poem is heart wrenching to me in a beautiful way, because I can relate so well. I painted him and I look at it often and think back to the close relationship we had. I understand and empathize.
Best, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I lost my dad five years ago and still miss him like crazy.
I feel this poem...I know someone who reminds so much of my dad it is scary, but comforting at the same time.
j.

[supernova_thoughts]

True. It's just you took a lot of time making yourself comfortable. And suddenly this happens.

[Ken e Bujold]

Sometimes getting it all out is the catharsis needed to mend the heart. Hope it is that way for you SN

[supernova_thoughts]

it is Ken. thank you!