we were so close
kindred spirits
who knew every inch
of each other's souls
today we are distant
stars, drifting
in opposite directions
a conversation with you
is like walking on
egg shells - like skating
on thin ice
attempting the double axel
twice - and failing
I know it isn't too late
to strike the match and
rekindle our flame
yes, I do miss you
so much that I
could cry, but
you are no good for me
now, and I can't be
who you want me
to be anymore
so yes, I'll see you tomorrow
we'll say our hellos, merry xmas
the resounding silence
will consume us once again
~Nika
Nika, i like the use of resounding, a word i guess i've heard but was unfamiliar with. it is good when one knows when enough is enough, and that an attempt to get things back to 'the way they were' will not work for that one. stanza four almost threw me with its sudden change of direction. well done. i can't say i've been super close to anyone in my life; not even wives i guess. so i'm saved the pain. thanks for sharing. goes to MyPoemList. of course, now the question (rhetorical) is did this happen to you? . bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
been here; let me look at another. bri :)