My Poems: The Story of Your Life? [Completed]

Nothing Makes Sense

"Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood." - Henry Miller

Was that your figure in the doorway?

Because it sure as hell looks like you.

You're looking as though you're going to leave,

Your bags are packed, yearning for something new.

Was that your voice on the telephone?

Because it's your voice that I miss the most.

I remember your whisper when you said "love",

Now those words turned me into a ghost.

Was that your hand that just touched mine?

Because we used to hold hands everyday.

And sometimes I pretend you still do,

But I remind myself today is not yesterday.

Was that you who wiped away my tears?

Because you'd always soothe my cry.

But now you're the reason that I weep,

And spend every moment wishing I could die.

Was that you? Please let it be you.

I feel that without you, I have no defence.

Anyone could hurt, kill or open my wounds.

And now you've gone, nothing makes sense.