Missing You

It's impossible to miss some one as much as you can possibly miss them.

One doesn't realize
How impossible it is
To Feel the extent of missing someone
Until one has missed them more
Than one has ever done before

To sit in a room full of people
And feel so very alone
You can feel the person's arm
Against your left arm
And yet the feeling is lost

The sadness is like
A wave from an ocean
Drowning out the touch 
And the sound
And the very life and breath
Inside the souls around you

Because at this moment
They are not the one 
That matters most
The one that matters
Is nowhere to be found

Not a word
Not a touch
Not a sound
Not a smell

You reach your hand
Out to your right
But all you find 
Is an empty aisle 
The silence of your screams
Bursting with in
Are the only thing
That fill the emptiness

Pictures flashing 
On the screen
Victories are shown
Battles are won
But still the room
Is as cold as night

A night when the rain turns to ice
And the glass starts to crack
The winter wind blows
Down old barns and shacks

Yet still there is strength 
To be found with in
In that one little person
Whose love
Is strong enough
To reach you

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

You are a beautiful little mystery!! Reading through your poem, I was scanning all these crazy years in my OWN life of where I met have taken things for granted, and found silly ways out of serious moments where another may have needed me most. I want to hug you so bad, and it is almost out of guilt, and the fact that you "from the first day I met you" seem to have a wide array of things to reach me with. At the beginning of your poem, here, I am stunned by how some of your lines feel like "life lessons" and they are as powerfully sad and recognizable as they are dark and tend to be a part of so many memories.... almost blending together in the respect that we probably don't give much thought to these feelings when they are happening, and there is always someone taking notice and wondering where their personal hero for their heart has gone..... no matter the reason why. I read this 4 times and come away with something new each time!! Beautiful Stat. xoxo -Mark

[StatAnimalLover]

I actually wrote this poem when I got home from the Hobbit. I was supposed to go with my boyfriend and a bunch of friends from school, everyone had someone there they liked except for me because my boyfriend couldn't make it :/ so as AMAZING as the movie was, I was upset at how little we get to see each other and how badly I wanted him to be there to see it with me. Thank you so much