Spinning

Missing a lost love

 

 

 

Spinning

 

It is midnight

 

As I find the door closed…slammed

and shadows of what once was

disappearing down the drive

into the dreary nightscape so barren…as is my heart

 

It is 1:00 am

 

The fan… it hums,

affixed its ceilinged perch, spinning,

spitting a constant flow of sorrowed air

upon my unguarded skin…sifting my soul

 

It is 2:00 am

 

My eyes are open, wet… stained,

still staring at the spinning blades,

counting the blur of rotation,

finding it difficult to focus…on anything

 

It is 3:00 am

 

My mind is another place,

far from the undisturbed side of the bed,

monogrammed with your absence,

hand-stitched in loss and sadness

 

It is 4:00 am

 

I clutch your pillow,

inhaling your scent,

feeling the folds encase me

in down…which I feel, though not as soft

 

It is 5:00 am

 

The alarm clock startles me,

as my heart re- breaks…and

my eyes form their  tortured

river of tears, falling upon my already saturated place

 

It is 6:00 am (the sun is rising)

 

 

I miss you…desperately

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Shivam Murari]

Metaphors. They are souls of every romantic poem and you know how to use them right. Your adjectives are also so well fitting. Very nice read.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much. I appreciate your kind words.

[Shivam Murari]

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[InsanityWriter]

This is so full of feeling. Beautifully done. (:

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Butterfly. Happy you enjoyed it.

[Angel]

Oh, the heart break of broken love.
The emptiness the missing lover has left behind.
To wait through the night for those headlights that are not going to turn in at the driveway...for the keys that are not going to jingle at the lock, for the familiar step, the sweet smell as you are enfolded in the familiar arms that are not there...
I have felt all of these things, staring at the ceiling fan...
And I know the loneliness of broken love.

You have captured it perfectly.
Thank you.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Angel. I too have felt this and it is never any fun.

[Keith]

Ah yes, we have all had those sort of nights! Well told.

[Jack...]

Thank so much Keith

[Seashell]

oh what a terrible place to be instead of turning round to find her there smiling at you waiting for a cuddle or a freshly brewed cup of coffee to start the day together.
I like the way you stated the time because that's just how it is when our minds are pre occupied. The time is so relevant and obvious even although we wish we couldn't see the clock we always want to...and look at the face ! Then it seems to drag even longer in to the night till we reach morning...a little exhausted and emotionally drained. You painted a very clear picture here...Well written..thank you x

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend.

[Saumya]

wonderful..!! :)

[Jack...]

Thank you

[Saumya]

WELCOME..!

[Baby Ricochet]

I can relate to this in a sense. It's when I can't sleep my mind starts to rehash things I'd rather not think about. Good poem Jack

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[Muse]

This was wonderfully good..too good really. Unique and truly felt. Thank you for sharing your moment of grief. Such a pity that heartbreak inspires such a gift of writing.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend. I truly appreciate your kind words.

[LadySoDivine]

This is so sad, Jack. :( I can feel your pain just by reading this. Truly, a lost love is the only thing we can never get over. At least, that's what I believe. But it's somewhat a good thing when we can focus that pain into creating something as beautiful as this poem. Really great job!

[Jack...]

Alway your kind words make my day brighter, even if I haven't slept.

[Lily Finch]

really nice piece :)

[Jack...]

Thank you my sweet friend.