[Ordinary Sarah]

Somehow I allow my eyes
To skip past your pictures,
So neatly hung among the others
To my white washed walls.
From bottom to top (so very white).

I fold paper stars
And place them every night
In earing boxes with single wishes
Penned on each one.
All for you (all for me).

Somehow I come to erase
Every message you left
On my hand held telephone
Three months ago.
I can still hear your voice (from so long ago).

I pretend that I have no tears,
And I laugh when I'm rembering;
But I still don't know what to call us,
And I don't remember your name.
I've forgotten (I made myself forget).


If I pretend you were never here,
Can I still wear your gifts around my neck?

If I say it doesn't bother me,
Can I cry when you come home again?

If I keep my hands moving away from idleness,
Will absence make my heart grow fonder?



Fonder still (there's eight months to go).

[poorprince87]

Very beautiful and very sad.

[Ordinary Sarah]

Mmm... yeah, I guess it is a little sad. Anyway, thanks for commenting.