The harsh moments of love;
the blissful moments of loss.
The rigid spring;
the comforting winter.
All of the times
My mind wonders,
When will I see you again?
My moments of loss
belong to you.
My hours of pain
yours to claim.
and at last the day
love went away,
That was your final robbery.
I can’t walk our streets,
Breath our words,
Nor stroll the mountains of memories.
And listen to the songs I once heard.
I wish time could stop.
I wish the clock would rewind.
I wish I was gone.
Every note of my heart belongs to you.
Every vein knows only your name.
Yet as I ponder each moment;
All I feel is anger and rage.
I hate your scratchy voice,
Your scruffy dark hair,
Your lingering scent of cigarettes,
Your olive shade of skin.
This is what I wish to say
While I may hate every you in everyway
I still wander endless,
aimless,
Drifting.
Waiting for you to come home.