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

[Emerald Seas]

Been there. Felt this reading all the way through. I don't know how we lift ourselves out, but eventually we do. Slipping back from time to time, but not as frequently, into the loss. Tears come further apart, but still come, nonetheless, until (maybe) one day you realize you're not shedding a tear when thoughts flood. Loved the poem!

[Jack...]

Thank you dear Sera, I am happy to see your here. I received the RR for your story, but I will read it in the morning. Been drinking today and my eyes are quite blurry. :)>

[Emerald Seas]

Glad you are enjoying the day! Don't worry about the RR. It's an old story I popped back on here after reading one of BR's posts. :)

[Jack...]

I still want to read it and I will first thing tomorrow. I enjoy reading anything from you Sera, old or new...it is still you.

[Emerald Seas]

Thanks. Take your time - I don't post stories usually because of the time to read them. :)

[Jack...]

Time...is on my side...yes it is!

[Frieda P]

Wow, my whole heart just became dislocated. I felt this one, could even hear the fan blades whirring, the pain is palpable in this read. You squeezed every last ounce out of that loneliness that invades throughout the night. Awe inspiring read Jack...going right on the shelf. 100/100

[Jack...]

I thought you might relate to this Frieda. I was actually trying to live inside of your mind when I wrote it.

[Frieda P]

Well, scary then, since you got it head on....amazing, that's all I can say.

[Angi]

Has he found the key, yet??

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The whole lost love leaves in the heart creates and echo of loneliness that will drive a person insane. I felt the pain get deeper in every verse.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much

[Rita L. Sev]

Heartache and insomnia go hand in hand. This is a powerfully wrenching write, Jack - finished with a shuddering sigh...

Coincidentally, I was just listening to Melissa Etheridge's "Unusual Kiss", which also separates stanzas by late night times, about a decision in love that led to regret.

You brought your emotional A-game to this, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Rita. This came to me last night, I kept waking up every hour reciting the first verse to myself.

[Trigorin]

Not bad. Some of your imagery is a little stale and I'm not really a fan of the 'times' throughout the piece, but I do think that you have a clear message and that you've stuck to it throughout the piece.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much