I sit and stare at the moonlight, alone,
tears bleeding out through every poem to your ghost.
Bruce Springsteen plays in the background, but doesn’t fit
the quietly pensive mood that I am in.
My memories are haunted by your smile, and
I am frightened by the distant stars. They look like
fragile crystals – the ones I saw in your eyes, and
the ones that fell from the skies when you said goodbye.
I guess I wasn’t strong enough to catch them all,
I guess you weren’t even strong enough to try.
Although you are only six feet away, it seems
more like millions of impassable miles.
Every breath in my body is echoing
with the last words you ever said to me on
that fractured day – “I’m not going anywhere.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem and well written. Top marks. May I invite you to read my new poem (a puzzle) ...