Here WineNSarcasm: I really don't mind it here; Here where the tears don't fall any more; Or not as often anyway. Certainly not near so much as they did when I first found out. I have learned to live without your voice. Your face. Your touch. You. It took some time to get where I am Now. Here. I have had to learn to walk the walk of the rejected, the tossed aside, the dismissed. It was more of a stumbling, at first. An awkward staggering, faltering, losing one's balance sort of stepping around everything walk. But, in time, I righted myself once more, put my head up again, and even smiled. I sleep now all night long. Now and then I find you in my dreams. Smiling. Happy. I only ever stare at you as if mesmerized or afraid to move or speak in fear that you should disappear. My thoughts before retiring, and again upon rising, are of you, but I am convinced that in time, that too, shall end. Someday. Until then, I am all too comfortable here in my place of memories. There are many. Twenty years worth. Each and every one happy and content in their own musing. If I see something or hear a tune, they pop up to bring me comfort and I smile at what had been once. You and I. Now, it's just me. Just me and the person I am going to grow to be. The stronger person I shall be. The more independent person. The person who no longer misses you, yearns for you, longs for you. Enough time will one day pass and I will be Here. daisiesnfld: Oh my what an awesome write! You captured the very essence of womankind and what they cope with, come to terms with and eventually embrace the discovery of themselves...we must strive to maintain our OWN identify and never relinquish that in the name of 'love'... Lilith___: ... and the spirit is my beloved now. You painted a picture of all emotions and thoughts that go through one's mind years and years after... Thank you for sharing. WineNSarcasm: You are very welcome, Lilith * Memories can bring such happiness and sadness all at the same time, yes ? eyeofthetiger2u7: This is an extremely well written Poem Barbra ! What doesn't kill us just makes us stronger ! | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |