Missing You

johnjgeddes (75) in poetry • 6 years ago

You live in my thoughts—and
Own a house on that street.

You inhabit my writing—
Live in the spaces between words—

The places where I pause,
Inhale and exhale.

Obviously, you’ve become
Part of me.

But what does it take to be a memory?

One jagged arm of lightning
And a bottle of wine
Will suffice.

I don’t need to remind you—
We’re on a ball of mud
Hurtling through space—

But I don’t feel it—
Only the turmoil inside me
When I need you and you’re not there.

Everything inside me is jumbled,
And now the shards
Of this broken dream
Are part of the mosaic.

I can’t stand your absence or
These nights of waiting.

I’ve wound all the clocks,
Surrendered to their gears –
You’ll come or you won’t;

Regardless, I spent
Another day of darkness,
Of clouds and rain
Watching rain trails
Down an indifferent pane—

God, how I miss you…

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nancybriti (70) · 6 years ago

From the same title we can see the meaning or theme of the poem, @johnjgeddes. There is a being that misses another. The other person, absent, has become part of his routine. The subject in love smells it, feels it walking in his thoughts, glimpses it between the lines of his text, remembers it still on the walls. Time is a marker of the hours of absence and solitude! It is not only longing for the other person, waiting for him, but not knowing if he will come back! Happy night, poet.

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johnjgeddes (75) · 6 years ago

In this poem, Nancy, rain and storms are familiar metaphors I use to connote separation and conflict - usually unfulfilled longing, and of course, the gears of the clock are relentless, always grinding away the time until nothing remains but emptiness. Storms always separate us from those we love