Four Years and Counting

I Miss You

Black thin hair
Jet black eyes
What made you want to be with someone so sporadic?
I can see the light within you fade a little more everyday
Is it my fault?

There are days I search for you under sheets
In the dark, I stretch my hands
Waiting for you to hold me
Like you used to
You used to
You used to be my guiding light

“How can I be with someone else when I’m with you right now”
Your mind is not here
Your mind is not here
Where did we go off?

It’s four years and counting…

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This has a haunting feel to it
It’s so weird I was just reading a book review about light and people shining light and then read this
And saw your lines re light etc
Sent shivers

I loved your poem beautiful sad
Loved it