Imagine you and I are dead.
No- listen- as ghosts
We can no longer hurt each other's
Hearts. See? So there we are
In grey purgatory. Opposite sides of a
Table.
Sitting. Waiting. Even here
Our spirits are not one-
Two characters headstrong and violent,
Two bodies that they cannot now call home.
It doesn't feel the same any more,
Torn edges that no longer fit together,
Two halves that no longer make a whole.
Two pairs of lips that drip 'What if's
Two hands cold in an iron grasp
Our link, our love, our life is dead.
But- listen- as two
We can still do much, achieve all of our
Dreams. See? So then we'll be
Content. Opposite points of
View.
Sitting. Waiting. One day
You'll see this as I do;
Two characters mature and peaceable,
Two who will forever just be...there.
Comments
Beeme | February 27, 2010 - 11:22
I really like this. I love the idea of becoming ghosts and then being on the same wave length with the other person.
I really enjoyed these lines;
"Imagine you and I are dead.
No- listen- as ghosts
We can no longer hurt each other's
Hearts."
"Two characters mature and peaceable,
Two who will forever just be...there."
"Two pairs of lips that drip 'What if's
Two hands cold in a iron grasp."
Beeme xx
Bradene | February 27, 2010 - 13:53
I like this poem , it's really original. Just one small thing I don't know if you realise there is a typo here...
Two hands cold in a iron grasp.. Should be, Two hands cold in an iron grip, hope you don't mind my saying. Best wishes. Val
MistressDistress | February 27, 2010 - 20:46
Ooh, I didn't notice that!!! And I am usually obsessive with spelling/grammar type things....oh my goodness....thank you so much for pointing it out! :)