Things I Never Forgot

 

For you said,

I would know my own death,

but confusion leaves me bare,

wanting and needing.

 

A million miles from here,

I cry out to my yesterdays,

 feeling so far from what I want.

 

I sit with the familiar,

smoking a wonderful cigar

and drinking impeccable Scotch,

neither do I enjoy.

 

Deaf to voices from my past,

 ignorant of my surroundings,

blind to the faces I remember.

 

Still sit with me,

tell me of memories,

let me know I bask in the comfort

of friends.

 

Tell me of the paintings that meant so much,

take me to the window I loved to sit by

 all these many years.

 

Wear that perfume

that drove me crazy in my younger days,

 and brush away my tears

before they turn to dust.

 

No; these days are not yet over,

I may live forever sitting right here

 in this my favorite chair.

 

But that comfort I seek,

those moments when my blood raced,

seem those million miles away.

 

Help me drink in

those brave yesteryears,

when I feared nothing,

but the loss of your love.

 

Kiss these dry yearning lips one last time,

looking at your picture

I can almost touch that which sustained me

for all these years...  

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

You write with candor and depth. Even sadness becomes comfortable. Kudos!

[JayceeC]

Bo this may be a new favorite for me. It's evocative, but so very sad. The old memories don't really facade as much as they echo, through our lives. This took me to a sad place of loneliness and tears..along with what should have been. Perfection.

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and good words shared my friend. Regret and memory. Can become very heavy sometime.
"Help me drink in
those brave yesteryears,
when I feared nothing,
but the loss of your love. "
The above lines I do understand. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote