Bianca Haw

(South Africa)

Picturing You


I can't picture you,
without feeling my heart jump
I can't picture you,
without my breath hitching
I can't picture you,
without tears threatening to fall
I can't picture you,
without feeling your loss

I can't not picture you,
as my Life,
my Love,
my World.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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  • Bianca Haw (10/23/2013 9:01:00 AM)

    Maybe refer to my poem- Dreaming my future, since they follow on.
    It's a term of regret, as though the speaker feels pain or sadness in trying to picture the specified person. Their image is tinged with bad memories and regrets... (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (10/23/2013 8:41:00 AM)

    A sweet poem.
    'I can't picture you,
    without tears threatening to fall'
    Nice, but why? (Report) Reply

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