Poetry : About the Physical

Monday, October 3, 2016

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About the Physical

I saw you.

Your heels went: “click, click”

And I turned.

It was you.

I saw your legs,

I saw your thighs

And my mind knew,

Without seeing your face

It was you.

I got to your chest,

And I remembered those nights.

It was you.

I didn’t need to see your face.

There was no getting away,

My brain didn’t forget

Those times of desire and flesh.

I got to your face.

Flawless makeup,

Perfect eyes,

Perfect profile.

My heart went haywire

And I froze.

I broke all over again.

My mouth didn’t know what to say,

And I wondered if I could go back

To those days,

Where I became so hurt

And had to walk away.

I would never ask you,

I know we’re far away.

But my mind is a disaster

Thinking in past tense

Of the present we didn’t get to forget.

And it hurts.

I got to work and I cried.

Nine months, I told a friend,

And my tears still roll

For the woman who broke my heart

And was supposed to be my wife.

Poetry