Still Poem by Tessa Eichhorst

After the time gone by I still see your
face in thought, dream, or picture. I still
wonder if there were ever real feelings
on your part, and I still wonder if it was
real.

I wonder why I let you catch me up in
your mythical gaze. I still wonder what
my heart would be like had you not let
it fall into pieces of shattered glass.

The thoughts of the times when it
was good are still locked away in my
mind's hiding space, coming out like
a play in my dreams. Still are the
thoughts of how I now perceive you
and the real person you are; that is
if you're showing who you really are.

I still think about you and I don't know
why. I dream we run into each other
on the street, you still pretend we're
good friends, I walk past flashing a
smile. I still remember the hurt, pain,
scorn, and mistrust you put me through.
I still remember the caring person I know
is in there; you just have to let it free.

Still are the thoughts inside my head
as I write down the words with this pen.
I still think of you, I still see your face, I may
still care for you, but the last thing I want
is to have you by my side, standing still.