maria goodison Poems
|81.||This Old Town||5/8/2014|
|86.||We Care About You.||10/19/2015|
|87.||We Done What We Said||8/24/2014|
|88.||What A Shame||5/12/2014|
|89.||What Is It I'M Looking For? ?||7/13/2015|
|90.||What Man Has Made||8/3/2013|
|91.||When I Die||5/12/2014|
|92.||Where Does This.||10/16/2015|
|93.||Why Does It Matter.||2/20/2016|
|95.||With Out A Face||5/8/2014|
|100.||Your Not A God||5/9/2014|
I Miss You
I walked past your flat today and almost knocked on the door.
I thought I heard your voice and hoped to turn to see your face.
I almost called you on the phone,
then remembered you would not pick up at all.
I went to the old bridge by the river
and sat down alone in the sun.
A feeling of sorrow washed over me
and knowing that we would never play in the river again
made the sorrow stick.
How I miss you and all we did.
How I long for your jokes
and how you'd pick on me.
You showed me how to juggle.
To stand that little bit longer,
to wait and...
I could do without this head.
To take off and discard it.
I could cope without the multitude
running around my mind.
I could deal with having some space,
to spend a few and unwind.
I could sleep if I stopped the drugs I do.
I could talk if I was not worried to.