Beyond the Words

I Miss You

Every morning

I wake up

only half the man

I was yesterday—

The sunlight is peeking

through the old window

But it’s cold.

Just cold.

And after having my

mug of coffee—the deepest black,

I set out

under the cold sun,

Head on towards the park

where we used to stroll

arm in arm,

Back when life was perfect.

But today

(or I suppose everyday

since yesterday)

I saunter along the park path

And it rains—

raindrops just shattering

like icy glass

against my skin,

And I won’t lie,

it hurts,

Just hurts…

But, I still go strolling everyday

even with the

hard-pounding rain;

And everyday

I pass that wooden bench

we used to rest at—

Now a lonely old bench

coated with rain water,

But I won’t sit on it anymore

(not without you

to share a seat with me)

So I just walk on pass it,

pretend it isn’t calling me—

Leave it as a part

of our golden memories,

Dreams I wonder,

(was it really just a dream?)

Dreams where the only face I saw

was yours.

  

And today

(Not everyday since yesterday),

Just today,

my legs carry me over

to that abandoned bench we used to sit on

and I take a seat

through the despondent rain,

but now, not so painful,

for sitting on this bench,

Well…It feels alright.

Finally alright.

And so I walk on home

knowing that in the morning

I’ll wake up not half

but whole once again,

And I’ll stroll in the park

then sit on our bench—

No longer abandoned.

It still rains as hard as it ever did

(since it started)

But today

(or I suppose everyday

until today becomes another yesterday),

I’ll finally manage

to stay dry.