and this grief is an ocean
by Brynn Dizack
you owe it to me.
when i breathe,
without you here,
i don't know when to sleep,
or wake up.
i do little of either.
don't follow me. don't
look back, and don't
say i didn't try.
for all our unfinished games,
our furrowed brows and missing socks: don't
miss me, don't miss me.
for every single drink you drank, i counted;,
and for all the food i watched you refuse: don't say i don't eat enough. i can, and,
and for every tremor in our dappled universe:
why did we move the way we moved? together, and now
for every quake:
what gave me pause, or
made my throat thick with fear?
i'll tell you now.
in this infinitely late hour,
finally, if infinitesimally, intrepid.
i don't miss you at all.
(and when i say dappled, i meant it all:
the tongue, the shoulders, the shoes, the mind.)
i miss myself,
before i was
Posted on 01/25/2011
Copyright © 2019 Brynn Dizack
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Ava Blu on 01/25/11 at 01:59 PM|
"i miss myself,
before i was
yours." - god do i know this.
|Posted by Scott Utley on 01/26/11 at 06:57 PM|
Hey young genius - nice ...
|Posted by Ava Blu on 01/28/11 at 09:41 PM|
It's lovely seeing two of your poems in the top ten.
|Posted by Andrea Colton on 01/30/11 at 09:04 PM|
Oh man. I agree with Ava on both counts. I definitely know the feeling. Funny how when you're utterly in love with someone how you kind of just...melt into them? Love can be debilitating...paralyzing. Great write.
|Posted by Sarah Wolf on 08/17/11 at 02:32 AM|
Wow! Loved this. So true.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/21/12 at 09:28 PM|
Excellent poem, Brynn. It vibrates with intensity and emotion, as a poem should. Continued success with your writing!
|Posted by Adele Cameron on 04/28/12 at 09:16 PM|
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/23/15 at 01:13 PM|
I like the way this leap frogs in time and place.