It was not until today
that I realized
just how much I miss you.
Your smile
your words
your being
sitting
talking
with me.
You might think
my loss is desire
it is not.
My loss…..
no longer having someone believe in me
no longer having someone who loves me
no longer having someone who will fight for me
no longer having someone who feels like home.
I miss that feeling of happiness.
My bed
though king size
has become so wide
so large
I cannot find the end
the sides.
It has become the size
of three football fields.
The knowing
that someone is thinking of me
not day and night
every so often
I make them smile.
My loss…..
the man who made me smile
the man who made me happy
the man….
who knew my past
who knew my degradation
yet loved me still
despite the grey
the emotional curbs
he found in his way.
I cannot explain
why….
I feel connected.
Why….
I feel a depth.
Why….
I am willing to forgive
despite
all you have done.
You are not the only one
forgiveness should be paid
for too did I
strike out in my way.
I found a way
to rip you bare
using my words
my tongue
to cut you down.
To hate.
To love…..
oh hell
I am on my knees
begging you
please
can we not begin anew?
The ball bounces in your court
the ball it flicks passed me
what more can I do
what more can I say
I still want you.
December 17/18
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen
A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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Omg I sound like a silly whatever ….you well you make it worth it
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Thought you were well into a bottle at the time so I overlooked everything lol!
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Lol 😂
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So are you saying I make you silly? Or was that the special sauce? Lol!!!
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You make me silly. 😋😋
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Oh ok.. I have that influence on people… sometimes.
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My creativity is stuck in the mud….
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I’m picking on you Jay-Lyn….
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Ummmmmmm I know what picking us….
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Ok I’m giving you a hard time 😝
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Opinion ll
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Well I seem to have missed the I am love stage
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Am I missing something here?
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😔
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All good it is what it is…hopefully love find a way
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Yes, I seem like a wuss every time you post one of these kind of poems.. but it’s because I know the feeling to an extent.
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At no point and time do I think that you are a woose. You enjoy my writing and relate to it hello that is everything.
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Is a woose related to a moose?
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Different spelling Canadian to American!!!!
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Thought it was Dr Suess!
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Nope
Canadian and I hope you are American otherwise there are problems
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I’m German, English, Irish and American… take your pick.
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Okay…..French….Irish…..Icelandic….Belgium….English…..Scottish…….would you like me to go on?
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Yes please!
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