Every time I close my eyes
I hope to open them
And see you again
I wish to hear your voice
For one last time
Because I know I never will
Every time I sleep
I see you in my dreams
Yet the dream always ends
Before I get the chance
To say what I never truly said
And I'll wake up
With the same feeling
Burning in my heart
Because I know
That dream will happen again
The next night
And all of the others
Because I never will say
The words I never said
For they're still
Stuck in my mouth
Pulling me down
Leaving a bitter taste in my mouth
That I can't erase
Forever I'll yearn to have that moment back
So I can tell you
All the words I meant to say
The Words I Should've Said
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Letter to Tony Bourdain
Dear Anthony Bourdain
somewhere between the time you died and the time you lived
i found a part of myself in the words you spoke
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What is left
[This is a reposted edited version of a previous poem of mine.]
when all we have is spent–
what will we have left?
people once before us– -
down the street
i walked down the street
the streets i once used to know
filled with regrets and heavy with burdens
of what once happened here
i walked down the street
a block or so down
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