Your

Your picture

still hangs on my wall

As I sit by the phone

waiting for you to call.

 

Your clothes

still lay on the floor

Along side my heart

that you tore.

 

It's too late

But still

I wait.

 

Your scent

lingers on the bed sheet

where our bodies

made such heat.

 

Your memory

washes over me

everytime that I

try to break free.

 

It's too late

But still

I wait.

 

Your eyes

they haunt my dreams

my waking hours too

it seems.

 

Your voice

lingers in my mind

Will I ever reach

the peace I can't find.

 

It's too late

but still I wiat

for you to return

for your love I yearn.

Reviews

[Arthur Henn]

This is what your poem inspired me to write

Longing for the open arms of a woman
Looking upon this nights full moon
My hearts aching for the desire,
The passion to be able
To love her once more

Her fragrance, the scent
Of her womanhood still lingers
Within this memory of mine
Remembering the times we made love

Is it too late to hang onto her?
Or should I just let her go
Keeping her as a memory

Art
__________________________________________________

This poem of yours was well done.

Really like this (5) stanza

Your memory
washes over me
everytime that I
try to break free.

[Steve Thompson]

A nice poem, that ouches upon heartbreaks. Well written and touches the emotional poins that I assume you are trying to hit. Nice

[Eagle Cruagh]

Your poem cuts to the heart of lost love,
the nostalgia, the longing, the reminders
and always the memories.
This poem triggers thoughts of things lost
and creates need for a better life, it blisters
the reader with the want of a passionate life
and the need to reach for a higher purpose.
Altogether a smashing success !
Thank you,
---- Eagle Cruagh

[Andromeda]

i love the imagery in this.

[Imperfection]

So full of longing and sadness.
It evoked a lot of painful memories,so it was getting difficult to read towards the end.

It's too late
but still I wait
for your return
for your love I yearn.

--my favorite lines for I can relate to them.

Wonderfully written.

[PianoandPage]

again perfect with music. you do have a good lyrical pace to your poems.