For Words (A Classic) #poetry
Every time I hear those four words…
My heart stops.
And yet my mind won’t stop
Playing and replaying
That moment
In my room
Alone
Four simple words
That crept thru the phone
Into my ears
Rattled around in my brain
Took residence in my heart
And made me empty
I lost something that night
Something I thought I held tight
Held in high esteem
Held to be mine and unassailable
My sanity
Inside I broke
And I wept
And those tears flooded
And crashed
And eroded
Everything I thought I knew about myself
Everything I thought I knew about myself
Everything I thought I knew about the depth of me
Digging trenches deeper than I could fathom
Digging trenches deeper than I could fathom
Digging trenches deeper than I could. Farther
Plumbing my soul
Empty like Pandora’s box
And wanting
Wanting for exhalation
Wanting for explanation
Wanting for comfort
Wanting for this to go away and be untrue
Wanting for peace
Wanting for solace
Wanting for the piece of me I left on that
Dusty road so long ago
And somehow managed to lose
Or have stolen
Or have taken
Or have broken again
Those words that embrace me at night
And keep me from my dreams
Those words that nestle me tightly
On mornings
And keep me in bed
And keep me stuck
And keep me stuck in bed
They keep me in bed
Hearing them, over and over
This…
Is the memory of pain
The story of a shattered man
A shattered psyche
This is a memory talking
The memory of what it felt like
What it sounded like
What it looked and tasted like
When I heard
Four words
That broke
Me
