"We will all move on someday."
Still
I still see you.
Some names do not linger,
they stay there carved between,
lines full of jagged memories
that tear into your seams.
A name I have forgotten
stays elapsed in white,
the hollow whispers of her face
tease me every night.
I still hear you.
I hear her voice in the rain
and every laugh is a branded blade,
when my pen scratches and idles,
her voice it slowly fades.
I smile because I still see you
even through this tapestries,
a name that I have buried
within twisted little destinies.
I still lie.
The afterimage burns my eyes,
and I have to stop and look at you.
Trace the many details I discarded
when I finally abandoned what was true.
Your name wasn't forgotten.
I just never wrote It down,
I hope you finally understand
what was inside you I never found.
I still care.
As I write down words you'll never see,
I pray to God that you'll never know,
what made all my lying justified,
what caused all the lies I had to throw.
But my words have no meaning now,
and I finally know that it is true.
Some names like yours, never linger.
Instead they will always follow you.
I still remember you.
YOU ARE READING
Static Little Musings
Poetry"Sometimes all I want is for people to listen, and for once in their lives stop pretending to understand and just sit down and listen. A writer's life and soul lingers wherever his words have left a mark. This is where mine lies." Words will confi...
