Shuffled

If my soul is infinite, if it extends beyond my body

I must ask how long I have been mourning

In the ratios of time, and infiniti

What is a year?

   What is fifty-two weeks?

It is a fallacy

I have merely blinked, shuddered and crumbled

I may as well admit to this kind of grief

The kind that sticks to your insides

That shuffled your body from bed to bed

I am the loosely loved, the forgotten

I have woken in the dark and find myself grasping

There is nothing tangible

I remember only how he smells

How he felt above and below me

How he loved me..

 

Author's Note

I haven't been writing well... Inspiration?

Reviews

[Aussie]

I love it. 100/100

[AtticusBlack]

Encapsulates the feeling of loss so well, we all experience it and it's often so hard to describe what it feels like. A good poem, it clearly shows the meaning behind it, I like it very much :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Last two lines were so good. Mourning can be only repaired by new energy and hope. Poem was strong and told a sad story of a lost and a dream.
Coyote

[there is no more from m..]

amazing

[Fabian G. Franklin]

There seems to be a great amount of confusion on what love really is, people "love" pizza; they "love" their new car; they "love" to be in "love" and have romance. Love is not sweetness and bliss but hard work and sacrifice; love is not getting what one wants and deriving happiness from it; love is giving everything one has without expecting anything in return and making the happiness of others a priority above one's own. Love is never lost or in need of salvation but love is salvation for the lost. Just my thoughts and beliefs. This was a bittersweet romantic write. 100% from me.

[Micah_s5]

I thought this was done very well, made sense. I give 95/100

[Alz Alz]

Haven't been writing well? I like this a lot... Love is always a popular topic. Very good write... 100/100