A poem about finding the beauty and trying to hold onto the positive after a broken heart.
Published on Spillwords 2016
What's your favourite moment?
The question is often posed,
A recent, beautiful moment,
With hopes and hearts deposed.
And in an instant I can see it,
Feel your body, smell your skin,
Because the beautiful favourite moment,
Is when I end and you begin.
I can still feel my arms around you,
Hear the song as the needle coasts,
The melody, the pedantic cracklings,
The record player contains these Ghosts.
Your voice; a symphony You stole a chord When you disappeared There’s a gap in music Syncopated heartbreak Underscoring you Rhythm like rain Melody like moonlight Holding onto hope Love & laughter so light But tears in tornadoes Our symphony Our fight