What will you do when I’m gone?
Will you pick the scabs off love to make you bleed again or cry such salty tears that fall to the earth turning it to sand?
Perhaps you’ll wear my favourite jumper or my slippers even though way to big and curse the bloody tv remote that only I can work?
Do you know how the household devices work,where all their charging cables are?
The lawns and gardens, will you tend to them like I do or let them fill with weeds as your lonely heart might?
Who will you be without me?
Will you then understand the impermanence of everything and smile because we knew each other for a while?
I can see you walking through our quiet home slowly touching things that I once touched.I’m not in them love but if touching my books or guitars,even my dirty tea cup,if it brings solace to you…go ahead.If there’s a semblance of me anywhere in them then press them to your chest but not too firmly…. they’ll re-break your heart each time.
I’m tired now and the peaceful piano music that’s playing is dragging my eye lids down to the top of my cheeks.
I’m not ready to go yet .So I still have time to show you the things that never concern you but one day will.
If I’m asleep when you get home look at me with tenderness, don’t wake me, because in my dreams I’m with you forever.
This is achingly beautiful, Peter.
Thank you Fia…. quiet piano music does that.
Strange creatures we are….hungry for sex and even more hungry for peace.💋
This stirs so many thoughts & emotions. Haunting…
Tugging on my heartstrings there.. so sad but so beautiful. I’ll think about this poem for awhile…thank you for sharing and also for opening my mind to the more meaningful things we take for granted… xx
~P.G💋
Thank you ladies..your are all too kind.💋💋💋