Dreaming Reality 2: Ice-Cream Truck Poem by Zinger Wingz

A picture of him is all I have to remind me of how he looked.
But the face in that picture is not able to replay his images and being in my imagination..
He's voice is something that will never be familiar to me..
He's smell is unscented in my life
And his touch, the touch of a sharp pain.
It feels rough..confusing...
An existence nonexistent.
I'm traumatized by the smell of the air freshener they used to spray the flowers they laid on top of your spirit-left body.. how Is that all I remember?
I know his love, the love of a man I do not know,
Of a man I cannot recall...
I do not know him...
I often close my eyes to think of him, the thoughts of nothingness.
And trying to think of a life with him would be the demise of an already agonizing heart.
A death that left me with a disappreciation of men.






by: ZingerWingz