What am I to you now?
Just a blip in your spotless record?
A haphazard mistake, scribbled out?
A first draft screwed (up), and trashed?
A dull detour from your crazy-paved path?
Perhaps I am The One who got away?
The erasure that left a gap in your fairytale?
A glimmer of inspiration too hastily discarded?
The U-turn that drove you to disorientation?
Do you avoid thought of me,
Or am I scrubbed clean from your memory?
Do you regret me…
Or rejecting me?
Emma H, age 26, 15/03/2017
This poem is somewhat intended as a “sequel” to my previous poem Questions for the First – click to read!
After the goodbye
You were unfaltering in your silence,
Whilst I clawed at my heart
In frantic desperation,
Searching for answers unspoken,
Wondering if you cared,
If you spared
A single thought for me,
But I was left unknowing.
I had always imagined
That you would find it torturous,
But instead you were
Revelling in your new-found space.
So your deathly silence
Was unrepented unlove,
And I wept emerald tears,
Devastated and envious,
At your unhindered happiness
Emma H, age 26, 20/03/2017
Do you ever still think of me?
Do I cross your mind like this?
Do you reminisce about our memories?
Do you remember our last kiss?