It hits me out of the blue
Like a filmy window
Hinders my view
It starts with a sting
And before I know it
My thoughts of you
Come flooding out my eyes
Running down my cheeks
And disappearing downward
Just like you did
One minute there
And the next gone
… it still hurts so much to miss you
*****
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – sting
Another week has been checked off of the calendar and it is officially FRIDAY! Time to crawl through the dusty archives for a post from this day in a different year for FFF. Once more we travel back to the year of 2017 to find this poem, hope you enjoy.
The Blue Sweater
The sweater you gave me
has begun to unravel,
I cried when I found
the loose yarn today.
My memories are fading
and I don’t want to forget you.
I can no longer remember
what your laugh was like,
I have forgotten
how your hugs felt…
I fear, like the sweater
my mind is unraveling
the history we had together.
*****
Image credit – Bing Image Creator
He was taken in by her beauty
He felt alive the first moment
When she gently touched him
Her eyes made him feel faint
Dreams played in his mind
Of the future they could have
But her love was poison
She had deceit in her heart
She played him for all he had
And walked out the door smiling
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – taken
So much pain this year
Today I did hear
Someone so close to me
Met her final destiny
Her heart grew ill
And she lost her will
Now I am forever lost
And at what a cost
It is not sublime
Being stuck in time
Longing for yesterday
And a chance to say
I love you “sis”
You will be missed
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – sublime
Like water out of a faucet
The tears fall from my chin
They keep coming and coming
Trying to wash away
This unending pain
The one you left me
When you moved away
Down the drain
Goes my hopes of happiness
No one will ever
Be as important to me
As you were then
You turned away
And got on the bus
Like it was just for a trip downtown
While inside my heart shattered
As I watched the taillights
Fade into the distance
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – drain
I was tagged by Sadje at Keep It Alive for the Decade Tag.
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Today has been a challenging day. This would have been my Dad’s 84th birthday. He has been gone almost a year now and I miss him so much. Tonight, my boyfriend and I played a few games of cribbage. Dad taught me how to play. I think that is one of the things I miss most about him. We would play cribbage, scrabble, do jigsaw puzzles and trivia games. It is that and some of the most basic things I miss. I haven’t done if for like 40 years, but I remember as a kid getting his coffee ready in his thermos every night before he went to work on the grave-yard shift.
Simple everyday things can bring back floods of memories. One of the things I miss a lot is how he would raise one eyebrow at you in question of what you just said or did. He would shake hands with someone, and I could see the tightness of his grip whenever he did so… he had big strong hands.
But it is not just Dad I am missing tonight; I miss my Mom too. She has been gone longer and it still hurts as bad. Tonight’s prompt I am writing for triggered a flood of memories about Mom. I have had long hair most of my life. And when I was growing up, I can remember many a day sitting still (or trying to) while Mom would brush my hair to get all the rats out. I would often beg her to stop when my hair was a particular mess, but now I would give anything to have her brush my hair once more.
I never knew how badly it would hurt to be without my parents. I fear I took for granted the time I had with them. But I do little things like the cribbage games tonight, to try to keep the happy times fresh in my mind. Have you ever lost someone you were close with and felt you should have spent more time with them?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – brush
There seems to be a loss,
A dearth if you will,
Of passion in our life.
I don’t know if you don’t care
Or if you have just grown tired.
All I know is I miss your touch
And your attention.
I feel alone so much of the time
Even when you are here.
Is there any way to save us
Or is the loss too great to overcome?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – dearth
I keep it hidden
Deep inside a drawer
The one thing you ever gave me
It was a poem written for me
In the darkness of the night
One of longing and love
And a little bit of passion
It was just before I lost you
To the injustice of the day to day
When someone ran a red light
And took you from me
I trace the handwritten words
Every once in a while
Remembering your strong hands
And the way you touched my skin
Then tenderly I return it
To the safety of its home
Until I need that reminder
Of how real our love once was
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – drawer
Your eyes tell a story
No words could explain
The pain
The heartache
The loss
The emptiness
All come forward
Without a word spoken
Your expression speaks volumes
And I could never begin
To ease your discomfort
With mere words of love and hope
All I can offer you
Is a shoulder to cry on
Two arms to hold you
And patience as you heal
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – expression
Leigha Robbins 