When

When

A Poem by Trée
"

Missing you.

"

What does it mean to sit in a quiet house
and the only sound you can hear is your heart

When the ache of coffee is the ache of age
and the patter of little feet just a memory

What does it mean to see the sun and the flowers
as fellow travelers on this sweet earth

When the oven warms cold bones and soothes old aches
of times when perfume and sweaters hugged you tight

What does it mean to miss you so much
I can't remember if I shampooed my hair or not
so I shampoo it again

When I drive to work and arrive with nary
a memory of the route

What does it mean to doodle your name
as a child learning to write

When the clock moves so slow
and the day seems long

And I imagine your smile, bright and white
and your hands reaching with intent
a look exchanged as pirouette

We share a glass of wine, standing with tangled words
our imaginations of white
under sun and moon

I glance at my watch and wonder why time matters
for there is nowhere I'd rather be
than in this moment, in this place

You look at me with pregnant eyes
and a window opens to put down our glasses
to breech the wooden table
with skirt and hand

And for a moment shared
we both laughed
when evidence walked in
that neither of us had locked the door
 

© 2009 Trée


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Ohhhh..I can feel such mixed emotions here all rolled up in to one sweet poem. I feel the longing, the happiness, the sadness, the peace, the passion, the weariness and the contentedness. It can be lovely to look back but then again it can cause such pain that never leaves you therefore one wonders why we do so. We just do....we are human. Thanks for this..it,s fabby !!
Babsie Bee xx

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Ohhhh..I can feel such mixed emotions here all rolled up in to one sweet poem. I feel the longing, the happiness, the sadness, the peace, the passion, the weariness and the contentedness. It can be lovely to look back but then again it can cause such pain that never leaves you therefore one wonders why we do so. We just do....we are human. Thanks for this..it,s fabby !!
Babsie Bee xx

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

How funny it is to forget little things when we're missing someone. Perhaps, the image of the person has crowded the mind. Thus, other things seem to be forgotten. I like the message though. This has a sad beginning but has definitely a happy ending. I love the last line. It denotes a new beginning. A Well-written piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your words stir up feelings that i am sure many can relate to, and i admire how your writing can make the reader feel those feelings again....i love the dreamy feel of the poem and the sad longing that all your words so perfectly describe....i really enjoyed this, thx!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This so sad, full of longing and memories and thoughts.

' What does it mean to miss you so much / I can't remember if I shampooed my hair or not / so I shampoo it again ' ... such a basic, simple thought but poignant..

' And for a moment shared / we both laughed / when evidence walked in / that neither of us had locked the door ' ... so nothing and nobody is locked away, not even memories.






Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

what a lovely peom very well written thankyou for sharing this :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Trée
Trée

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When I was in college I was told I should not consider a career in writing. For the next 20 years I wrote nothing. About three years ago, I discovered blogging and fractals. I started posting fractals.. more..

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