I sometimes wake
Cold and confused
Mesmerized by abandoned dreams
And things left
Unspoken

I sometimes laugh
Heartily and with all
My being
Remembering all the little quirks
That made us
Great

I sometimes stare
Blankly and thoughtfully
Into the distant space
Pondering all the
Buried reasons
We'll never unearth

I sometimes cry
Long and uncontrollably
At all the reminders
And memories I hate
Cherishing

Sometimes it hurts
Reaching the end of the road
Of the agonizing journey
Only to find
Nothing

Heather McKay
poetic_sadness@hotmail.com

Copyright © 2000 Heather McKay
Smokey Joe's Poetry Corner








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