Cait Oiler Poems

The fire crept across my waking face,
Leaving only slight images of you,
Feel Jack Frost crawling closer?
His touch lingers still on my lips,
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You've smothered me in feelings of the past,
Almost every sentence begins with, 'Remember the time…'
With each breath,
My soul drifts further away,
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keep telling myself that I'll love you in the morning,
But it's a white lie,
The color of the walls,
Something that means more than it should,
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Somehow we've ended up so far away,
Distant to what we once were,
Contention plagues us now,
Can you take me back to that day?
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You smile politely as if to say that we've 'lost touch',
I slip my coffee and try to forget the moments we've lost,
It's hard to face you,
To look into your eyes,
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I can still recall how it would be,
White roses lining the halls,
Candles, flickering in-between smiles,
Fingers laced with fingers thinking that this moment would last forever,
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How could I hide it from you?
Cover it with words,
Pretend it was an accident?
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It’s a holocaust of pretty words and crooked smiles.
You expect me to laugh it off.
You expect me to be fine.
You expect for me to wake up and keep on living with this genocide.
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It’s a masochistic ritual,
Looking through her photos,
Imagining her and you,
You and her,
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Daniel,
Why has the world turned colder now that you’ve left?
I use to pretend I crashed into you every day,
But the impact never felt right,
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