Wednesday, April 8, 2009

-By this Point-

By this point I have slept beside your
empty side of the bed so long
I have achieved my own incline.

Our memories have by overuse all been
polished into set pieces of a play given
nightly to a rapt and ardent audience
of one.

By this point my torid liaison with the cell phone
has reached a codependance unmatched by
any paltry human affair.

I have by necessity replaced your face
with pictures
and transformed all your quirks into heroics.

Even our arguments by now glimmer rosily
in the reflected light of romance; how gracefully
I now recall the dog dish, unexpected guests,
boiled eggs.

By this point I have been so long in open water
I no longer even consider what it is to walk and
all my tricks, blurred vision and horrid pep talks
have all turned stale-I want what is real.

Your arrival lingers so near that everything else,
by this point, has become insufferable.


jlc said...

Wow... this poem touched home for me.

You have an amazing way with words and how you express yourself.

If only they knew our side and how hard our shell becomes during these months of deployment. It's so true.

Caitlin said...

Love it! Brings back a lot of memories...and I HATE that bed incline!

T said...

Yes, yes, yes... I so get this.

Thank you for expressing what so many of us have felt.

Post Tenebras Lux said...

Well said.