35. Memory

At the break of dawn,
your whispers drift toward me
like gentle waves lapping at my feet
as I look out into the horizon.

I sense the loneliness surrounding you.

Holding you too close in the darkest shadows of your existence,
you wonder if you are known —
whether your face is one of the nameless,
if your presence actually matters.

Turn your thoughts away from this misery.
Nobody truly lives only in one person’s mind.

You are the sky,
the ocean,
the air that draws itself around me.

You are long gone from this physical space,
but your name lingers on my lips.

©Brindology 2015

If you like this post and would like to read more of my poems, please follow Brindology. 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s