i can't find us

why 
     can’t 
               you?

where have
we
           been?

we used
     to be
          this idea

          of us

perfect words

would shine
      in my mind
     when i tried
to
     measure
     us

these days
     i strain
     as i train
          all my senses
     to find
          any piece
                   any thought
               or a recommendation
     of a scrap
          ...what once was
one tenth of a heap
of us

i wrote you once

     and you caught
          every 
               last
                 piece 
of me

     now i’m just      
                         throwing
     words
          and begging the wind
to carry 
              me

back

to 

    us

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Great concept and look to this piece.

[ChemicalMadness]

Thanks so much, Pryde!
CM.

[Corset]

Its amazing how you do that, give the distinct impression that you are projecting how you think someone is feeling, how it feels from their point of view. Like a fading song one can barely remember the lyrics to, the melody was so strong in your mind still, like apparitions of a soul, but the words, they keep slipping away just as you think you could remember them and if you try hard enough, it feels good again if only for that moment you remembered the words.

[ChemicalMadness]

you can remember my words any time ;)

thank you again, corset :)
CM.

[Corset]

My pleasure always :)

[Aethereal]

This is a brilliant poem whereby it’s statements of regret fall like confetti from a sad cloud. Rain follows with a hushed murmur of thunder.

[ChemicalMadness]

appreciate your comments...thank you!
CM.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I feel springtime in your words...I hear the broom sweeping and smell the fresh flowers of emotion. Just in time for revival. Excellent!

[ChemicalMadness]

;) Thanks.

CM.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

This is magnificent ... the format and the last stanza, wow. An image of your words thrown into the wind and carrying your heart to the place where "us" existed in it's truest form, such a beautiful idea.

[ChemicalMadness]

Thanks, Kalypso! Glad you connected.

[K. Louis]

Words scattered, like wind..like mind..nice

[ChemicalMadness]

Good to see you, K! Thanks for your words.

CM.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i want the words to carry me back to us...but i feel there is disillusionment on the part of the speaker and perhaps a bit of illusion too...that the "us" the speaker remembers was never really more than an "idea" a "projection"of the us this speaker imagines...often we love the idea of being in love...but the reality is totally different.

[ChemicalMadness]

i like your read, Jacob. thanks!
CM.