Treasure Island

Benjamin Michael Clark

(06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Fading Away


While we talked on
The phone that night
I pictured you in pajamas

With blankets
& Far too many pillows
Around you on your bed

But you'd squeeze the pillow
By your side
& Pretend it was me

You'd tell me secrets
About your fears
As a child

You'd trust me
Even after they
Told you not to

You'd have
Hallucinations
Of wedding scenes on

Your white ceiling
Until the car pulled away
'Just Married'

& I'd pull away
I'd say
'I have to go to bed'

You'd reply
'Okay'
With an uneasiness

In your voice
As if you wouldn't
Be able to sleep

Without
My presence
Because my presents

Don't suffice
My cologne
Lingers

On your pillow
But when you
Try to hold onto

The image of
My face in your
Mind

You find me
Fading away
From you like smoke

Submitted: Tuesday, April 02, 2013

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  • Ruth Walters (5/5/2013 5:29:00 AM)

    She's pining for you, this beautiful girl all snuggled up in fluffy pillows dreaming of her wedding day and you.............Beautiful! (Report) Reply

  • Aria Siren (4/9/2013 3:27:00 PM)

    I like the way you break up thoughts. It holds my attention and keeps things simple. Nice job. (Report) Reply

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