Tuesday, May 4, 2010

SO HARD.

Every time I start a text message
Pick up the phone to call you
The smile on my face disappears
It turns into a frown.
My eyes start to tear
My hands begin to shake
I am so afraid.
If I say hi
You may hear
How much I miss you
Just the sound of your voice
Will make my voice quiver.
It is sad
I can’t do this
I turn on the radio
Listen to the song
Think of you
And write a poem
In your honor.
Every word
Every phrase
Every emotion
Spells your name.
Now I stand
In front of the crowd
Thinking what would you say?
If I told you
I miss you
I need you
And sadly
I can’t live without you.

©thelma migue,2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

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