:: I haven't written poems in a while, so this was refreshing
Now I say with every thought Comes a special little word
Some people think it's magic,
And to some it is absurd.
I believe in every greeting and farewell,
The little in-betweens that never fail to make my eyes swell.
To me, those words meant more to hear
For others, not so much I fear.
Losing patterns in my poems,
Walking down a path,, finding one more.
Gaining momentum, finally earning a perfect score.
I know 'goodbye' is just a word
But my heart sinks further.
Every little line said,
Gestures exchanged with glee.....
I'm sorry for what I've done
But was it really enough
To forget me?
every song, every poem, every little letter wrote.. each, ingrained deeper into my heart with the fewer words we spoke. more turned to few as I stare, my eyes glued mindlessly to the screen, I cry, I weep and I MOURN over what could have ever been.
Your name isn't here, but I wrote it with your heart in mind.
every beat, every vein was the home i breathed in, a home I could confide.
but now you're gone
not really, but still.
I hope you're happy
and I wish you well.Signed sorrowfully, callisto.