The Boulder Under My Head

The Boulder Under My Head

A Poem by Time Crosser

The Boulder Under My Head
Seasons come and go.
Though they all seem the same to me.
I wish you were here.
Feeling the moist earth surprisingly
not under, yet over me.
Every while, i get a chill,
wondering what has become of you.
It was only yesterday
when i heard your voice
so calm, so clear.
If only it were real.
At times i imagine this boulder under my head
as a warm pillow handed by you with kindness and care.
For as you know
it can be quite cold over here.

I sometimes talk to the empty walls that enfold me.
I mock them. I do.
They have never been loved . . .
been loved by you.
I go on, telling them about your smile,
your laughter that never parts my mind.
At least then i wouldn't be so very accustomed
to this tedious silence.
As you know
it is quite lonely down here.
When the time comes
when fate plays it's role
when we meet again
we both will know,
how dead it feels even with your loved ones so near.

© 2011 Time Crosser


Author's Note

Time Crosser
This is my first publishing . . . I'm new at this. Despite that, i welcome criticism (just don't be so harsh). If there are any suggestion please do share.
I wrote this piece after hearing a sad yet lovely story about a husband and his wife who have lived so many peaceful years together until they grew old and died. As for the most unusual part of this story is that four days after the husband died, his wife couldn't go on living without him . . . so apparently she followed him. Her body was placed right alongside her husband's.

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that is such a sad yet amazing story. i've heard that true in so many cases. i guess when you've spent so much time loving one person... and then they're just gone... well, i can see that being horribly traumatic. the human body is capable of crazy things, bravo.

Posted 12 Years Ago


nicely written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


it is quite lonely down here.
When the time comes
when fate plays it's role
when we meet again
we both will know,
how dead it feels even with your loved ones so near.

truer words have never been spoken.


Posted 12 Years Ago


This was really nice, sad, but definitely relatable.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Whoa! This is really good, I enjoyed this, sad really but i enjoyed it.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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