Reflections (4) -- Zephyr

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You forgot about me in New York City

Somewhere in between the Midtown streets,
the Shoreham on 55th,
the chill of the night,
and the piles of garbage bags,
you had walked out on us
I think by the time you had your
hands in her hair,
I was just getting home from work,
wishing I was with you

It was always impossible to sleep alone
as if it was so heavy and throwing
like a tilt a whirl when you go it solo
as if my spine wouldn't align if my arms
weren't the bridge that
connected our breathing

I kept the lamp on until 5am
I stared at the bathroom mirror
at a face I knew would look different the
next time I woke up
I kept the lamp on

By then she was kissing the dip
in your throat where
 your dead mother's necklace sits
and you were sinking into a bed that was not your own

For ten months I have been dating and
sleeping around
trying to make the gap between
you and everyone else very small
and whenever my breaking heart exudes another
 hole,
I plug someone's finger into it,
just to feel the air stop,
so I can stop,
and try again

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running_with_rabbits's picture

:( she wasn't willing or able

:( she wasn't willing or able to do the work...that's not on you...you are worth the work my love!

 

"By then she was kissing the dip

in your throat where
 your dead mother's necklace sits"


solid discription with vivid emotion!


Much Love

Ashley

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

Thank you my dear. Things

Thank you my dear. Things always happen for a reason. I discovered afterwards that I am absolutely worth the work and that I should only pursue people who see that and embrace it. Luckily for me, I have found one. I could write a book about being single for 2 years and the slew of bat shit crazy women and horrible dates I had to get through to find this incredible gem that I now have. :) 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

running_with_rabbits's picture

<3 glad you have a gem now! I

<3 glad you have a gem now! I am so very glad you dug through to find someone who knew you were worth it... being with someone who feels you are worth it is such a different way of being in love... I really like it... maybe I can meet her one day and she can share the wine...does she write?


Much Love

Ashley

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

We may be needing 2 bottles

We may be needing 2 bottles of wine then!! She writes occasionally. She isn't as serious as I am about it, but that's almost okay with me. She does write short stories however, and she is very talented at it. I wish you didn't live allllllll the way in Canada haha. Do you ever visit the states?


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

running_with_rabbits's picture

indeed! I will pm you to

indeed! I will pm you to answer that :)


Much Love

Ashley

tallsquirrelgirl's picture

this one too, wow. "You

this one too, wow. "You forgot about me in New York City" is a fantastic hook, and "my arms weren't the bridge that connected our breathing." paints hopelessness so eloquently. I LOVE your style!


*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

 This particular poem is

 

This particular poem is actually really personal for me and is one of my very few non fiction writes. All truth in this one... definitely painted and decorated with hopelessness you are right again. Ugh man. Glad that time of my life is over and done with. That poem was probably the only good thing that came of it Honestly. youve made my day with your two comments! Thank you!!


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

Sinderella_Sindrom's picture

Love it but hate it

Wow! This is the first poem I've read of yours and I can't wait to read more... The writing is good but it sucks having to go through things like this, being alone. I hate that.

Mellifluous's picture

Beautiful poem

Beautiful poem


-Mellifluous