I am not pining
I’m just worried, I haven’t heard from him
It’s been a week, I’m hoping that he’s okay
Trying to focus on poetry, thinking of a way
To impressively express as thoughts swim….
*****
I am NOT pining
I just play his music, and listen all day long
Memorizing, reflecting on them so I may feel
More connected to him, wondering is it real?
Like, are these emotions I’m having wrong….
*****
I am NOT PINING
I just can’t get him out of my aching mind
He bombards my dreams; I cry as I wake
I’m distracted in my day, is it all a mistake?
Why hasn’t he called? I’ve been left behind….
*****
I AM NOT PINING
but I never sleep, rarely eat, and can’t think
I can’t perform daily tasks, I’m going crazy
My words jump off the pages towards me
As I write. Does my pen have invisible ink?
*****
Why aren’t my thoughts clear?
Why am I drowning in my fears?
Why is it that every word I hear
Brings me immediately to tears?
…You know…
Maybe I am pining…
just a bit…
Listen to me read this poem below! I promise I wasn’t crying, it was just an act 🙂
