Poetry & Art

Aftermath

I sit in silence staring at the phone. Was I wrong?
Everything so unknown, feeling lost, unsure of where to go.
So much left unsaid.
Is this right? Am I on the mend?
You say I don’t know how to be,
Making quick decisions unapologetically.
The ghost of us haunts me, what could have been —
My throat is tight, trying to keep emotions at bay.
Will we be okay? Uncertainty in my every move
Was there anything left to prove?
I see you slowly replacing me,
Maybe she won’t have the same fears,
That I kept bottled up with my tears.
I couldn’t let them go.
One mis-step and they would surely flow,
Waiting in the aftermath, on a destructive path.
Do I need someone to save me?
You’ve got me on my knees.
Praying and begging for answers to come.
This is how I unravel and come undone.
The words escape me, unsure of how to just let it be.
Aching from within,
Where do I begin?
You were always by my side.
There to hold me until the pain would subside.
The only thing I know to be true,
These are the last words I can write for you.

 

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by Arianna Urban

I have a BFA in Creative Writing for Entertainment from Full Sail University. I have been a freelance writer for eight years, and writing poetry since I was about 12. Poetry has always been a way for me to not only cope with life, but to express the feelings that overwhelm me.


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