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Across the Street
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It is funny how you wake up from a dream
when you do not want to
and that fucking alarm
has the worst timing.
Look Aysha said, he’s across
the street. I squinted, I let
the rain wet my hair. He has
a message for you. But he’s dead.
No he isn’t. He’s right there.
Then I saw him. He stared at me
with his familiar clothes and
cute cap and his unforgettable look.
I waited for his thoughts to enter mine
like in that stupid move, In Your Eyes,
but nothing. Now I have to guess,
ponder all day what he meant
to say. His constant beyond the grave
obscure meanings, quotes,
sayings, life affirming opera
selections.
I have so many estimations
but all lead to the bridge
I almost crashed into
last night in the snowstorm.
I got nothing.
I see everything.
He did not want to cross
so that tells me
what my heart
knows to be true.
Do you ever see the dead
and wonder why you?
Do you ever light the candles
and watch them flicker?
Do you ever question
artistry and love?
It’s only my right breast
that needs
love
the rest of me
is doing just fine
with snow tires
and edits
poetic lyrics
to get me by
but when you told me
about your mom
my insides were ripped apart
for your pain.
I feel the heartache
and shock
I end up reliving mine
and even if you are
tired of reading me
I will never stop.
Comments:
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Oh, I really liked this one. I could feel your emotion, and your loss. And yes…some dreams you never want to wake from.
Thank you! This was one of them. Still trying to figure it out, but my friend told me to ask a question, light candles and I’ll get the answer…worth a try! Thanks again!
Sounds like you lost someone very dear to you. I’m sorry. I hope writing helps.
It does. My dad. Thanks and yes, writing helps. Always did and always will. 🙂
I was nodding in agreement with almost every line.
We all need an outlet for this excess “baggage”. If we don’t let it out, that’s when the weird dreams start happening; or maybe that’s just me 😛
Yes, Norm. Thank you for understanding. Start the poems already! xo
So much longing when you see someone you lost in your dreams…
Your emotions are woven in your poem for us to feel
Beautiful ❤️
Thank you May. Yes, has screwed me over al day.
Appreciate it! Xo
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