Kind of an awkward love poem. I would appreciate any and all criticism on this please. |
You reached across Dinner tables Movie theaters Back seats Phone lines Continents To give me this message Message of what? You always hung up Before I could ask You reached across My faraway look in your eyes All your insecurities on my fingertips My love in your chest Your loneliness in my heart With the whole world watching our every move And you held me there You told me you’d be back And then silence How do I respond to that? You reached across Your arm on my shoulders Your hand on my chest Stroking my fingers Brushing the hair from my eyes Your whisper throbs in my ear Telling me you need me, want me You knew then I was forever yours That you were capable of destroying me I waited for you to respond to that Then I sat up Straightened up Woke up to this empty bed This empty room The wind beat against the window Shadows moved along the curtains Like you were in a hurry to get out My skin prickled with cold And I called out No response Now only I’m reaching across Your lines Your walls Your haze Desperate to gather what I thought was all mine Or at least ours You step away You turn away Too fast for me to catch up Maybe too long to remember what I was chasing |