Éclairs

by WordSmith_15

November 23, 2013

I'm doing better

She says she hears it

In the sound of my voice

And I wonder if she hears

You in there too

The worst thing you can say

To someone who hasn't let go

Is what I said a week ago

The thing is I love you...

Just not like I used to

The bad thing about being a poet is

Wanting all our relationships to fall

Into the mold of a fairy tale

Attempting to live a heightened existence,

That very well,

Might not live up to the romanticism

The truth is I've been in love once

If I close my eyes and let down my guard

I'm overwhelmed

As much as I would like to think I've forgotten

The heart reminds me that it does not forget

I can still see the memory of the trip we planned to take to Paris

And it's a damn shame when your memories

Are only half your creation

I know you still hold the other half of them

Or at least

I'd like to think you do

The future she planted took up the totality of my present

We coexisted together

We created worlds together

And in my mind

I was a god and she was a goddess

But to the fill the empty memories inside my heart

I told you I loved you

Because no one wants to eat

Éclairs in the Parisian moonlight alone

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Comments (2)

WordSmith_15Nov 24, 2013

<p>Thanks so much! I'm definitely working on being more concise with my writing. I'm still trying to develop my style but at the same time I like being eclectic in my writing and doing new things. Thanks for the comment though!</p>

sindicatedNov 23, 2013

<p>You've evolved so much as a writer. This is succinct, powerful. I love it! One of your best pieces yet! Certainly worthy of a 5/3 but I don't have that option when I vote on the rating.</p>