Hey campers! This is a poem I wrote just a few minutes ago about my God.
I don’t know how much sense it’ll make (because it makes complete sense in my brain because I’m living the words) but I hope you kind of enjoy it anyway. (It’s okay if you don’t, I write for me anyway.)
I want your hand in mine
To make this pain go away
But I cannot see you, feel you, unless I close my eyes.
Where is the smile I’ve never seen, I think I’ll take it now.
Instead all I see
Is shoulders and hands and knees.
Where were you this morning
When I awoke to find nothing but unfolded memories sitting on the pillow next to me.
Day was dawning
But I didn’t find all of you.
I found shoulders and hands and knees and none of them felt right anymore.
They felt foreign and unsure and I never wanted something more.
But the sun was light and that meant I dimmed you.
Do I only listen to you at night?
But instead of saying sorry I want you to reassure me, now if you will.
But you want me to be still and I don’t know that I can because still means it all comes back,
And I think I can take most things but I can’t take that.
So please take these tears and keep them in a jar
Because one day I’ll want to remember that we cried together over these unfolded memories sitting on my pillow,
These unfolded memories that will be tucked away and no longer tears in a few tomorrows.
As always, thanks for reading. I kind of want this poem to at least make a bit of sense, so I hope it wasn’t too strange.