three days, three days, it’s only three days
I keep telling myself, over and over
in so many ways, I keep telling myself
~ it’s only three days
I try to distract my wandering mind
to make myself see, I must still live life
not pause for three days and shut myself away
I must go on, not hide to feel safe
harder and harder, that’s how it feels
I watch time tick by, clicking my heels
paranoia grows deeper, gnawing at me
my mind goes mad, it’s her that I need
tell me it’s over and now it’s no days
tell me it’s over, that she comes home today
Poetryman
Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe
ha been there brother and felt just the same...an empty house is so loud it sucks...nice capture...
ReplyDeleteMike...the longing, the need...the craziness that comes with the wait. You've wrapped it all up for us in a fantastic little package that reads like a gem...but our hearts are counting down the seconds too! Happy OpenLinkNight Poet! Glad you joined in :)
ReplyDeleteaaawwww this is so beautiful...hope you let her read this
ReplyDeleteaw! :( I know that feeling so well. I miss him as soon as he walks out the door. :( Hugs!
ReplyDeleteKellie
@BackyardPonders
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/12/13/in-the-silence-of-make-believe/
nice piece... felt the need & want through out.
ReplyDeletethe anticipation and waiting...i can relate to this ~
ReplyDeleteI have been there too. Nice write!
ReplyDeleteThe waiting can be tough--beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteAudrey
@AudreyHowitt
Love it ... I've been there :) Nice write :D
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this, Mike!
ReplyDeleteI think we can all relate to counting down the days, and the way you laid this out made me feel that longing / suspense / joy all over again.
Bravo!!