Popular Poems About I Miss You

Jennifer, who would ever think that your trail would end at K-Mart
Did anyone tell you?
If you were alive right now
I mean if your brains hadn't been blown out of your skull with that shotgun you put to it
Would you have believed you would have done such a thing?
Jennifer, you didn't see what I saw
Oh girl,
Some kid had a hunk of your brains in a cheeseburger wrapper and was showing it to people
I went to the place where you shot yourself
You know the place I'm talking about
You were there about 26 hours before me
Jennifer, I searched...

The Cycle of Friendship...

We played dolls every Friday while her Mom babysat me.  Then our mothers fought and I never saw her again. I don't remember her name!

Lisa sat in front of me in 1st grade.  We sat together at lunch.  Then, my mother moved us across the city.

At the new school there was Chuckie.  He made funny faces.  The end of the school year was the last I saw him.

Kids came and went.  I expected it.  Then I married Fat Boy and I wasn't allowed friends. There were a couple women here and there that were almost friends until Fat Boy...

I found forever in the ether  
called your blue eyes salvation
and pretended we could be God
like we were capable of using
that kind of power for anything other  
than mutual self destruction  
 
I've loved you for a lifetime
made stained glassed pictograms of you  
and cut my feet on their remains  
after I smashed your memory  
on the floor  
when you traded me for a woman
you found wrapped around  
a stripper pole  
 
If I had a dollar for every woman  
you wanted more than me  
I...

As ephemeral December sweeps past me I wish September had stayed longer,
figments of your image are fading steadily in this frost of loneliness
Your voice has ceased to be  mere recollection of embers, long extinguished.

Arshad

It’s been three years
since I first laid eyes on your amber iris,
since I tasted your words’ sweetness,
healing the bitterness of my tears,
and since I felt my name on your lips.
Almost one year since the last time I did,
when you steered your ship away
from my already wrecked one
that tried to save yours from sinking.
A hundred and twenty-six days
since I caught a glimpse of you,
fleeting among the stars.
And a few seconds since I cried
a sea for you, for the thousandth time.
Now, I’m feeling deprived, ...