Peekaboo

AFTERMATH

I'm so alone.
Every day
I follow the same routine:
I work
I sleep
And the acute emptiness
Is there
All the time.
Somedays,
I actually wish
There was someone to comfort
And hold me.
Then, I remember
How your leaving
Hurt
And I realize
That
I'm frustrated
With the pain
I still feel.
And
I want no one to be
A part
Of me -
maybe, not ever again.

I know
There is so much
That I still need
To experience
With someone special.
But, everyone
Who I though of as special
Has turned out to be
All wrong
And I realize
That
I'm frustrated
With the pain
I still feel
And
I want to remain alone
By myself -
maybe, for the rest of my life.

I see now
That I must
Still be in love
With you.
And,
I guess
That explains
Why I am so bitter.
I remember
Your insistence
That we were finished
And
I remember,
How much it hurt
Even though
I knew it was best
But,
I realize
That
I'm frustrated
With love
And
I feel that I
Want to remain alone -
maybe, forever.

© March 1998; Camille Moore-Chang. All rights reserved.

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