Missing Somebody

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. ~Leonard Cohen

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~Kahlil Gibran

When I was younger, that is decades ago –don’t ask, and blogging has never been conceived yet, I am into poetry. Yeah. I’ve written many poems, verses, and song lyrics which I sold to fend for my college education. I seemed to have lost my touch. Although occasionally, I would still manage to scribble a few lines to express what I feel. This is one of those, please feel free to comment:

waves after waves of endless and senseless thoughts;
endless blank walls, endless sighing,
...then silence.
we've played another lovers' game,
seared the hearts: we cry but shed no tears
...then silence.
'there's something about you now,
I can't quite figure out,'* I wonder
in silence.
coffee on the brim, my mind is out on the ream;
head spins in the realm of imaginings,
...silence.
'what day is it?...what month?...clock never seemed...alive. '*
relentless mindless questions,
...be still.
silence,
now deafening and blinds my senses;
prays, that when I face another day
it shall fade like the morning dew.
but I know
the pain remains
--when you really miss somebody!

*line from 'you and me' by lifehouse