Today, I Guess
I stood in the shower, ‘til the water turned cold,
felt like a tough day was about to unfold.
On the edge of the bed, I sighed and got dressed,
I’m gonna’ really miss someone today, I guess.
The pot of coffee I made was a little too strong,
I lost count of the scoops, and perked it too long.
Like a wet, heavy blanket, you can’t throw aside,
the last page of our fairy-tale, storybook lied.
The bill must’ve arrived for past sins I must pay,
I guess I just really miss someone today.
Picked up the newspaper, again and again,
I’m seeing the words but I don’t comprehend.
All my thoughts and my focus, just seem to digress,
I just really miss someone today, I guess.
The sun may be shining, but my skies are grey,
I want the hot sun to burn these dark clouds away.
Like eyes on a painting, I’m staring so far away,
I guess I just really miss someone today.
The unscathed proclaim, that time heals all wounds,
still I’m haunted by flashes from a warm afternoon.
Perhaps more time is needed, but nevertheless,
I just really miss someone today, I guess.
Today my ships docked in Melancholy Bay,
I guess I just really miss someone today.
My spirits always pick up upon her arrival,
her loving smile is essential, to my soul’s survival.
Before falling asleep I whisper, “Darling, I had a bad day”,
she says, “I know you did honey, I had one yesterday”.
We get up every morning with great loss to address,
that’s what happens when you really miss someone, I guess.
The sun may be shining, but my skies are grey,
I guess I just really miss someone today.
c Copyright 2007
Stand tall my friend
I really liked it. It shows truth, pain, honest lighting on topics of misery. Thank you for your words. I will look for more of your work.
Thank you...
I’m still fumbling my way around here…I’m new and unfamiliar with the in’s and out’s.
Awaydays I call them.
Awaydays I call them. Thankfully they have become easier to bear as the years pass.
This is a brave and beautiful poem.
Take care
Mike
Tom
The hurt and loss really comes through and my soul and heart go out to you my friend. I hate the platitudes of time heals all wounds, it doesn’t, they just kind of scab over. Always there, just not bleeding so badly. Great write.
Rett:
They say that money talks. Sadly, my wallet has laryngitis!
The best advice I've ever gotten...
‘Be wary the long and short…for time heals nothing…it only ticks away the seconds you sit and fail to heal your own heart…’ - My Grandfather
<3 Emarie
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“For every shadow, no matter it’s depth, is threatened by the morning’s light…”
A profound man
Thank you
Indeed
I was only six when he died. He said this when he told that he would be dying soon. He left me with his written word, a thick, ragged, old journal, and in the front it said ‘Your words are your own…write them well and read them aloud.’ My first written word came at the tender age of 10 and I have not stopped since.
<3 Emarie
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“For every shadow, no matter it’s depth, is threatened by the morning’s light…”
If I ever stop sobbing...
I’ll write you a proper review…all I can say now is that on so many more levels than you know, I am with you completely on this one…God Bless your broken heart…
<3 Emarie
p.s. I hear the music…call it what it is :)
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“For every shadow, no matter it’s depth, is threatened by the morning’s light…”