Rachel Henley

Rookie (1st October 1994 / Wales)

Sometimes, Never, Someday. - Poem by Rachel Henley

Over and over in my head,
a dream banging like a tribal drum,
I wish for it so dearly,
my heart slowly begins to numb.
Sometimes I wait at the bustop,
to see you turn the corner,
Sometimes I wait by the shop,
to see you walk through the doors,
Sometimes I think you are better without me,
but always, yes always, I am missing you.

I closed what we had up into boxes in the attic,
tucked memories neatly in a forgotten corner,
but in the coldest and loneliest nights,
I glance at the art I covered with dust.
I know you think of me,
as I think of you,
oh, the things we could of done,
if we only had let our dreams come true.

I see your face at every bar,
and at the bottom of every bottle,
you greet me with a drunk kiss.
For a drunk kiss is better than no kiss.
But the thousand letters I write,
will never get to your door,
the thousand apologies I whisper,
will never reach your ears,
the thousand i love you's
will never get to your heart.

Surely, there has to be,
a purpose for this pain,
a reason for this painful reminder,
maybe it's my soul's way of telling me,
someday, one day, you will find her.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 5, 2012

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