Writing To You - Poem by Richard Steinmueller
I’ve been writing again, you know.
I remember someone telling me once,
To never let talent wash away.
I have no one to talk to anymore,
So I’ve decided to talk to myself.
I’ll converse with these blank pages here,
Until they have words for me in return.
I’ve discovered you are your own best listener,
When there’s no one around.
Your ears are opened wide.
Even though times change,
Even though people leave,
Despite feeling alone,
Or like you’ve had enough,
You find a love in words.
There is peace in expression.
Tranquility is a beautiful substitute,
For an anxious ride through harsh times.
I find myself nostalgic while this anticipation
Forms calluses on my palms.
If only my grip was as strong as my heart.
I’ve grown tough enough to accept when I’ve lost.
What I’m missing is where I went wrong.
Laying my life on a long strip of paper,
Running my fingers along the smooth surface of three years,
I can’t help but cry.
The jagged edges of June slice me open,
So this time I’m writing to you.
When you’re not around my love lies alone.
There will never be another,
Who will carry my heart.
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