Wednesday, 15 October 2014

My Invisible Companion

Always in my thoughts,
like an invisible companion,
along for the ride.

When I spoke to you last,
there was no answer.
In haste, I snapped back,
well, no point carrying any regrets hey?

I carry the weight still,
of the gift I made,
from you, for you, of you.
I think I'll carry it forever,
there is no way to give it,
no way to forgive.

It was just one of those things,
each of us on a different path to the other,
I'm sure you have the answers anyway,
you're so exquisite like that.

It's hard for me to admit how much I like you,
part of me wants to rage at you,
for what happened, back then,
part of me wants to give you the cold shoulder,
any deny your existence,
and those parts of me don't want to admit that,
the rest of me would give you anything in the world,
for just a moment of your time,
just a morning in your sunlight,
just an evening in your shadow.

And still I wait,
for these thoughts to dissipate,
my invisible companion,
along for the ride.


  1. Invisible companions can be maddeningly silent at times, can't they?

  2. great poem touches the truth-this happens