Cracks In the Sky

Like it was a few moments ago, 

I remember you.

I remember your pale face,

How thinly it layered your bones.

I remember your wavy hair,

How it fell loosely over your eye.

I remember your pink lips,

How they fluttered at the corners when you were sad.

I remember your eyes,

How they quivered and shone when you were filled with passion.

I remember your hands,

How your slender fingers curled into your palms when you were upset.

I remember your arms,

How they looked open on the outside but were really holding you together.

I remember your voice,

How it was only used when you had something important to say.

I remember your scars,

How they embellished your body like a painted masterpiece.

I remember the way you slowly started to regress,

How you were losing your ability to go out and exist in this world.

I remember the moment you passed away,

How you fell into the cemetery and can now only be seen in my reflection.

Funny, you would think we are the same person

But I don't know you.

What a wonderful world.

Reviews

[Porter]

Oh wow this was a neat little piece of poetry. I love how you formatted it the way you did. It allows the reader to follow a literary path you set up for them, instead of deciding for themselves. Regarding the content, it is a funny thing being close with someone, or feeling connected.The last little clincher at the end had me wondering about the true essence of this poem, whether you are glad to see this person tumble and fall or just relieved that it isn't happening to you. A great piece of writing...~Never Forget

[Riley Bray]

Thank you very much. :) Those are interesting interpretations of the poem, though my original thought was more the separation of two sides of oneself, one the rational mind and one the irrational, where the latter fell and the other recognizes it's failure. Anyhow, I can totally see where you're coming from. Thanks for the review!

[Tai Ryens]

Feeling in tune with someone else yet the knowledge that you will never truly feel what they feel is both a relief and a devastating realization, although from the ending I'd teeter more towards relief. Seeing said person fall apart and feeling like you understand them, yet watching them bring the hammer to the glass and shatter everything is relieving in the way that your world seems wonderful in comparison to the exceeding need to end everything. I like this.

[Riley Bray]

Thank you Tai. :)