Note: My friend’s tragic love story inspired me to write this poem.
Looking at the four corners of my almost empty room,
I can still feel your presence as if you’ve never left.
I can hear your whispers like echoes from the wall.
I covered my ears like crazy to muffle the sound of anguish
from your almost breathless voice.
I thought I smell the faint scent of your aftershave,
assaulting my senses,
stimulating every fiber of my body,
and torturing my mind.
When I closed my eyes, I see you smiling at me
but, your eyes speak of loneliness
that I refused to understand.
I wish to tell you this,
before you walked away,
I already saw it coming.
So, I stole an old shirt from your closet
and kept it inside my bag.
I carry this with me like a souvenir from our past,
and often imagine you coming back to me.
Too bad, it will never happen.
I know it won’t.
It never did
and it never will.
~ dapithapon / 1.31.2015