Absence

A reminder of why I will never let you go again.

2/18/15 4:29AM

I know I won't feel.

Not for things in life.

Not for people.

Not for hobbies.

Or experiences.

Not the way I hardly remember I used to.

I'd often wonder if I've turned to ice,

Or if I'm even present.

As I walk the streets mechanically,

On autopilot,

I will question what was there.

And what now isn't.

I guess it's safe to say,

Back when I gave my heart away to you--

It was never really returned.

Author's Note

These were some dark times, man.

Reviews

[Michael Stevens]

A fine poem, Ari, and yeah, it's true, it still hurts.