my heart
lies awake
all night
in the dark
waiting
for you
even though
my mind
has attempted
to explain
to it
too many times
that you are not
coming back.
ever.
not when the
sun rises
and not when
it sinks
not when the
tide turns
and not when
the stars realign.
my heart,
she does not listen
to reason.
she only remembers
the sound of
your heart
and how it
would beat
against yours.
she knows
what you sound like
smell like
and how warm
you feel.
she wants you
back.
stupid.
she has forgotten
the bruises
you marked her with.
(convenient, huh?)
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Reader insights
Hometown Hero
They say heroes are made in the worst of times, and I suppose they are correct. For the vast majority of my life, I've been a common man. I have a wife and three children. I have always been a God-fearing man, and I've attended church every Sunday since I was nine years old.
By Sarah Parker4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Love your poem .
My heart is stupid for the same reason. She never learns. Loved your poem!
Beautifully done. And that ending! Wow. The convinience of memory is a powerful beast for sure!