You In My Thoughts

Painting of a bench

When I walk through the russet park

On a carpet of dying leafs

And come upon a deserted bench

Sprinkled with dew drops and rotting at the edges,

That’s when I think of you.

*

When it’s raining on the streets

And raindrops die upon the pavement

And I splash through muddy pools alongside strangers,

Holding above my head an umbrella broad enough for two,

That’s when I think of you.

*

When I dine in the evening,

Facing an empty chair, an empty glass, an empty plate,

Your dusty side of the table,

A dinner cooked out of necessity,

A candle dying out,

That’s when I think of you.

*

When I go to bed at night between cold sheets,

Hugging my pillow, thinking of ifs and of maybes and of mistakes,

Weeping myself to sleep,

That’s when I think of you.

And do you know that in my dreams a stranger plays my part?

He says the right things,

He does what I should have done,

He stops you when you try to run,

He makes you stay,

He wins your heart.

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18 thoughts on “You In My Thoughts

  1. Dabbing tears from my eyes. That’s so beautifully expressed, yet sad. I think that if the object of the poem were to read such heartfelt words, she might have second thoughts and give the relationship another go.

  2. Love this parts >> When I go to bed at night between cold sheets,

    Hugging my pillow, thinking of ifs and of maybes and of mistakes,

    Weeping myself to sleep,

    That’s when I think of you.

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