Homesick

A poem for my best friend

“Homesick” 6-29-2015

 

I see your face in his, there’s no real resemblance

Just a similarity in the place he is filling

The one that belonged to you, or so I thought

I’m not quite sure anymore,

Whether I still love you, but I do know

That when I look into his green eyes

I think of your deep brown ones

When I feel his smooth cheek against mine

I remember the feel of your rough stubble

Across my cheek, my stomach, my thighs

When I hear him speak, nothing of importance

Just meaningless chatter, I wish it was you

Your excited voice, telling me what happened today

At the lumber yard, on your way to class

You always have a story, or ten

And you never fail to amuse

I reach for my phone, think about calling him

My fingers find your number

And you always answer

I’m home

 

S.R.M.

Reviews

[Bear]

I like your prospective, the insider on the outside or is it the other way around? The mystery of where emotion do or does not lie is intriguing so you have captured my interest which is want a good write does, Bravo!

[S.R.M.]

Thank you so much! Where the emotion truly lies is not quite clear even to me, and they are my emotions. This poem was sort of an attempt to analyze my emotions but it just got more confusing. If anything, the insider is truly an outsider, but has no idea.

[Bear]

Self analysis is not an easy thing to do, it is like looking in a mirror and trying to decide if you see what you really look like or what you think you look like :~)