My eyes,
Like any other eyes
Staring at the window
In the loneliest of bus rides-
The long way home.
~
I travel
Like paired green wings
Of a quetzal,
Like vagrant leaves
Led to be nostalgic
To a neighbouring dead tree:
I am the memory
Of my shattered heart.
~
Through idle times like this one,
I recall myself staring at you-
Un-captured by your smile, your lips,
Your scent,
But instead
Your eyes open for me,
Making me feel the movement of the Earth,
The breath of God.
But I only look at them
Because
That's just what is life for me,
Only because--
~
One is reminded of hoping
When you are lifting your eyelids.
One is reminded of dreams
By the closure of your eyes.
But when my eyes close
And suddenly reopen,
I tell you:
One is reminded...
...of missing you.
© 2010 J.S.P.
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Remind Me To Miss You
PoetryA collection of my old personal poetics. Written in free verse, it tackles young love and all that is related to it. If you can and have loved, then this is for you. Enjoy. © 2014 J.S.P.
