Pretending
I could pretend you’re still here,
me listening to the beat
of your heart while you sleep.
Inhale the scent of your body
As I lay next to you,
pretending.
I could pretend hearing your voice,
Telling me that you love me,
Catch your eyes in the mirror
Flirting with me while I watch
As you dress and I sit
pretending.
I could pretend holding you,
Embracing your hurt away,
Drying your tears with a kiss,
Sweep your hair from your face
As you look at me,
pretending.
I could pretend and not live the truth
The truth is you were temporary;
like signature in the sand
erased by ocean's tide,
or autumn wind that carried you away
like golden leaves in flight.
I could lend pretending for faith
on whose wings your soul
has risen beyond the sky
And waiting patiently
my selfish heart beats
pretending.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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I would like to welcome all who visit me.
I am who I think I am
Not all you think you see
I am captain of my soul
Treading in the sea.
Robert A Meacham
I am who I think I am
Not all you think you see
I am captain of my soul
Treading in the sea.
Robert A Meacham
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About Me
- Robert A Meacham
- Texas, United States
- Creative writing has always been a passion with me. I currently write short stories for the amazon shorts program and have two projects in the works, mystery novels. My family is my inspiration.
2 comments:
Oh, this is so sad. I can feel the emotion. I love your descriptions, especially the signature in the sand part.
Lady Glamis,
It is nice to here from you again and thank you so much for the kind comments.
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