I won’t see him tomorrow,
Or the day after,
Or next week.
Maybe next month.
Hopefully.
Yet even that’s too far away.
Saying goodbye,
Driving in separate directions,
Hits me when I get into my car.
We stand inches apart,
He gives me a hug
Holds onto my hands,
Kisses my forehead.
He smiles,
Tells me he’ll see me soon.
He makes me laugh,
Until tears well up in my eyes,
Through my smile.
He pulls me close,
“Oh baby, don’t cry, I’ll see you Soon.”
“I know,”
I laugh at my stupid tears.
He whispers,
“Give me a kiss,”
And kisses me lightly on the lips.
He opens my car door,
Holds my hand as I get in.
He lets go,
Closes my door,
Mouths the words,
“See you soon babe, I love you,”
and walks away.
I watch him get into his car,
I see him turn around,
And look after my car as I leave.
With a little wave, I blow a kiss,
And stare,
Until I can’t see him anymore.
And then I cry until
I Can’t Breathe,
Every time.
This poem, like most of my poetry, was written about my boyfriend, Zach. He lives 200 miles away and I've written this poem about the moments we say "goodbye" and drive in serperate directions. It's a heart-wrenching, world-crashing, bomb-exploding, moment that makes my heart ache. I wrote this poem the day after I saw him for a vacation during Thanksgiving, and had to return to the cruel, real world. I wrote this in short lines and single stanzas to express the feeling of familiarity with the situation, and to convey a tone that lets the reader know that this is a common occurance, like a to-do list I check off with a shaky hand and teary eyes.
ReplyDeleteThis is really sad, and really well written. You think your writing through so thoroughly. The fact that you actually chose the format to convey a feeling is really impressive.
ReplyDeleteThis made me cry.
ReplyDeleteVery well written.
I can actually see this happening in my mind.
It's easy to visualize.