I’m lost in the midst
of what had been
and what could be
The only map
Is the hope of something
pure
or something
like love
I want to be closer
to perfect
and further away
from good
Apathy just doesn’t
hit like it used
to
So I care and care and care
Do you cry like I do
When someone is nice to you
A touch of warmth
on a brisk day
The cool breeze in the heat
Unusual
Welcome
I’m lost in the midst
Of what was lost
And what is yet to be gained
I can’t find my way home
yet
Searching for your heart
in the sea
Salt water rains
And waves toppling
that construct
I will see you clearly
tomorrow
if you take my hand
tonight
here in the midst
of imperfect
and almost good enough
Beautiful poem. Great manipulation of grammar and line, it adds an eerie aspect to your work. Incredible!
Thank you so much!
“Who is wrong, who is right? Once we were lovers, held hands and we loved the sea. When love drift away, can we catch the wave of need again. I told you, I love you and please come back to me. I saw in your eyes. Only the great sea of separation, I could see in your eyes. The love had left you and all we have is goodbye.” Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Thank you for your response, John!
You are welcome dear Wendy. I enjoyed your work.