Poems

Sick and tired

March 25, 2018

3 AM and sleep isn’t on my list of things to do
Tell me you’re feeling the same
Somewhere because it can’t just be me.
It’s been a while,
Since our words met each other’s ears.

Time has worn us out like pages
Of a paperback , crumbled and folded and scribbled upon,
But there are flashes that I see
Fast paced images like from a reel rolling away fast on a wheel
Projected onto my eyes on the inside.

I wonder how my skin feels
Against your bare back
Drawing myself and writing our stories with
Nothing but my fingers and leaving marks wherever.
Kisses drawing blood to the skin and
Making our own constellations in each other.

Freckles were always your best feature
With that canine dropping like a curtain on the other teeth.
I doubt if I remember the lips that once tasted of your life
As I breathed into you while you held my head in your hands
But still it’s good to reminisce , with everything gone now.

Did our mute voices ever made sense to you?
All those times when we fought or
When you were too stubborn to talk?
Or when I was too mad to talk sense so I’d rather stay shut?
Because I hear the silence tonight
And it makes so much sense. Not as much, but still.

So how’d we do?
Because I’m sick of losing people,
Sick of losing the hands that once held mine and
Drew lines against the palm and wrote the names
Like an invisible henna to stay forever and more
I’m frankly sick of being sad but there’s not much I can do about it,
And it makes no sense.

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