Every Street Has Your Name

Everywhere I go,
I can hear his smile
In every shout and sigh of the wind.
I can feel his laugh
With the fingertips of sunlight
Raining down on my skin.
Everywhere I go,
I can feel big warm hands
Grabbing me by the shoulders
And making me face this reality
That his absence is a permanence--
Undeniable.
Irrevocable.

Author's Note

Would you believe that I thought of this poem DURING a dream? It was a rough June for me. And I dreamt that I was going around town with a friend, but like I said in my poem, everywhere I go, he's there. I can only remember him. And I was shouting this poem, unable to bear walking around anymore. It was so vivid, the moment I woke up, I was typing furiously and editing it to make more sense.

Reviews

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Thats very interising. Sometimes dreams can bring realy something powerful. You make very nice job with words. There is beauty and sadness on the end. well done.

[M. Nolan]

Thank you!

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You welcome I reallyIke it

[writ rajat]

Very nice I can believe it is written in dream but for me every poem is my dream

[M. Nolan]

That is very true, every poem should be a dream.