For Iris, with love:
The overcast skies are your tearful eyes
Misty as the ocean tide
But when the sun is out, I hide away
I can't bear to see it rise without your face
Without your skin touching mine
Without your sleepy little yawn
I miss you when the days are long
And when the nights are short I dream alone
I dream of a world where you are mine
Or a time before I knew your smile
Then I wake, and the pain reminds me
Watching your train leave my side...
was like a firey sword in my side
I know there were no words I could say
strong enough to pull you my way
Dear, Iris, I pray for your happiness
Despite it all, I pray you find your bliss
It kills me that it wasn't my kiss
It kills me my lips couldn't save you with words
and making love to you wasn't enough
To taste you again...
Even just to hold your goddamn hand...
Oh, Iris, Please come home
There's no home here without you
I feel so beside myself
An empty shelf where your books used to be
I have two teacups,
and I want to never drink tea again
It reminds me too much of you
the way you used to stir four times clockwise
My face, I barely recognize
I have a loaf of bread you bought
just sitting in the cupboard to rot
Tell me why it feels good to watch
Maybe I feel less alone watching something die with me
Even with this pain in my chest,
I really do wish you the best
I just wish more that the best was me
Anyway, I'm thinking of tossing the bread
I don't want to be a miserable man
I want to be a man that deserves you
A man that has his own books
Bakes his own bread
Always waiting,
A miserable man with two tea cups
About the Creator
Jessi
Writer on the Oregon coast. Lover of nature, poetry, and coffee! I love to write about my travels, lovers + mental health. Thanks for your support! Feel free to browse, share, and comment away. :)
OF MOTHERHOOD.
Dear mother-to-be, I wanted to let you know how very, very special I think you are. I don't think there can be any job that is more meaningful than the one you are about to begin, that of being a mom. You are the most important person in the world to your precious unborn baby, and you will be for many years.
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Comments (1)
This poem is a heartbreaking expression of love and longing. The use of vivid imagery, such as the comparison between overcast skies and tearful eyes, and the mention of specific details, like stirring the tea four times clockwise, make the emotions feel real and raw. It's clear that the speaker is struggling to come to terms with the loss of their beloved, and the final lines about wanting to become a better person are particularly poignant. Overall, this is a beautifully written poem that captures the pain and complexity of love and loss