Do you see me?

i walk through the cold dark morgue..

to where you weep over me…
i walk upon silent feet…
reaching towards you..
my heart breaking at your pain…

do you see me?…

i stand by your side at the grave …
wishing i could tell you i love you…
seeking to hold you in my arms …
making everything right again…
it hurts watching you suffer so…

do you see me?…

i lay beside you in our bed ..
watching you hold the picture of us in your arms..
sobs of grief like rain upon our faces…
i want to brush away the tears…
and heal your broken heart…

do you see me?….

i sit beside you in the early morning light…
as you stare at the bottle in your hands…
i feel your dispair and your grief…
so i touch your cheek and you cry once more…

do you see me?….

is it me that causing you this pain?
putting you through all this suffering?
maybe i should let you go…
let you heal and forget me…
so you can live once more …
as the woman i love not this broken shell…

please dont see me…..

 

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sweetwater

Wonderful, so sensitively written from the ‘lost’ one’s point of view. The last line particularly grabbed me, now where are my tissues? Sue.