The days disappear.
Together, they form just about three months.
Three months without you.
I feel as if it happened a year ago,
But also as if I saw you yesterday.
Some days you’re so far away -
A star in the sky that I wish I could grasp,
But will never be able to reach,
Even on my tip-toes.
Other days you’re right at my side -
The blanket I bury beneath at night,
Bringing comfort and security,
Just as you used to.
The clock still ticks.
Seconds become minutes, Which turn into hours.
Hours form days that disappear.
I tell myself that you aren’t gone for good.
Imagining that you’re on a long vacation.
Yet every time I see your name,
There’s an RIP right alongside it.
Some days it doesn’t phase me.
Three little letters,
With no significance,
No meaning.
Other days it hits me like a ton of bricks.
Three little letters,
Each representing a month,
A month wasted without you.
The months fly by.
Clocks are a constant reminder,
As they tick the time away.
Clocks tick, days disappear,
And now the months have flown.
Some days I struggle -
Attempting to remember you perfectly.
I replay your movements in my mind,
Forcing you back into my life.
Other days are easier -
You come back when I least expect you,
Magically stopping time.
For just a moment, you’re alive again.
Note: I don't usually write free-verse, but I was reading over some things I've posted in the past, and one of them was a poem written about the death of my close friend. It was a rhyming poem, and a few of you said that it'd be more significent if I tried writing one without rhyme. I took the challange, and there it was. I'd rather have a better title for it, but that's all I could come up with.
