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When Shes Gone
Maybe he'll notice her when shes gone.
When the soil cradles the flesh and bone.
Maybe he will find that road....
The one that led him home to her when he needed her arms.
Maybe he will care when her laughter is a memory replaced with the silence that taunts him into his mind.
Maybe he will think of her when he chases the sheets at night where she used to dream.
Maybe he'll want her when shes leaving,
when shes given up and tired of bleeding.
Maybe he will finally give a fuck when shes no longer his and hes the one lying awake in the night wishing for her lips.
Maybe he will love her when the barrels empty,
when the shots she took sink in,
Maybe he will feel what she felt when hes alone and listening to her sing.
Maybe he will finally figure out what it is too lose but still be loved by a woman.
Maybe.....
He will find his way back to me.
When the soil cradles the flesh and bone.
Maybe he will find that road....
The one that led him home to her when he needed her arms.
Maybe he will care when her laughter is a memory replaced with the silence that taunts him into his mind.
Maybe he will think of her when he chases the sheets at night where she used to dream.
Maybe he'll want her when shes leaving,
when shes given up and tired of bleeding.
Maybe he will finally give a fuck when shes no longer his and hes the one lying awake in the night wishing for her lips.
Maybe he will love her when the barrels empty,
when the shots she took sink in,
Maybe he will feel what she felt when hes alone and listening to her sing.
Maybe he will finally figure out what it is too lose but still be loved by a woman.
Maybe.....
He will find his way back to me.
Published 15th Dec 2020
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15th Dec 2020 3:15am
15th Dec 2020 5:56pm
A longing write, for one who has stayed from you. Favourite line:
Maybe he will finally figure out what it is too lose but still be loved by a woman.
Maybe he will finally figure out what it is too lose but still be loved by a woman.
15th Dec 2020 5:56pm
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30th Jan 2021 4:46pm
My impression this is a dark piece, where one is contemplating suicide to illicit emotion from their lover/friend. The mentality being he/she will miss me when I'm gone. They will realize all the things they are overlooking currently, like when they need a hug, but you are no longer there to give them one. Its a lose lose, they lose their companion and you lose your life.
I'm sure there is a psychological term for this behavior or thinking. Your piece does a great job of of taking one through the thought process. Lets hope it is just art (fiction) and not reality.
I'm conflicted as to whether She is the poet or another woman. If another woman, then it changes what I wrote above. But I lean, that She is you.
I'm sure there is a psychological term for this behavior or thinking. Your piece does a great job of of taking one through the thought process. Lets hope it is just art (fiction) and not reality.
I'm conflicted as to whether She is the poet or another woman. If another woman, then it changes what I wrote above. But I lean, that She is you.
31st Jan 2021 00:20am
Just to be clear I would never commit suicide, but you're close to the message I was trying to convey, gone can have many meanings. Thank you for the insightful interpretation, I always enjoy reading them!
