It’s Been a While

Prompt By “Dead Poets Live” — And That is Life

It’s been a while since you leaned (mid sleep) to touch, to make sure I was near. Feet on feet or hand in hand, I can’t feel you here.

It’s been a while since we laughed in sync, bellies sore with smiles, my tears they fall in silent bouts, I let them flow for miles.

It’s been a while since you cooked my favorite dish, just to make my day, or read my words or held my hand, how did we grow this way.

Oh yes, it’s been a while. And that is life.

It’s a been a while since we spoke more than pleasantries, no intimate views or compliments, we feel like enemies.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt your heart anywhere near mine, the sirens blare in front of me, when will I see the signs.

It’s been a while since your eyes lit up when I walk through the door, or when you’ve shared your favorite song, I can’t feel you anymore.

Oh yes, it’s been a while. And that is life.

It’s been a while since you asked, “how was your day?” when you listened like you really cared, I watch you slip away.

It’s a been while since I’ve slept in the comfort of your arms, our bed feels big and my mind is lost in the absence of your charm.

It’s been a while since my chest fluttered with your name, our memories seem a distant dream as I watch them float away.

Oh yes, it’s been a while.And that is life.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt like writing in your shadow, here I am, on this lonely day, feeling our love narrow.

It’s been a while since I’ve thought our goals might align, my friends they say these things happen, I should give it time.

But how long does one wait for something to reignite, when the flames that once roared are now barely flickering candlelight?

Oh yes, it’s been a while. And that is life.

Inspired by the below prompt:

Wild Flower is a former world traveler. Lover of coffee, chocolate, and rum. Poet by secret and learning to call herself a writer. Still discovering who she is and openly writing about her faults and triumphs. © WF, 2020.