I hadn't seen you in 3 days.
your face was becoming less
of a face and more of a general
idea. I didn't know when I would
see you again and was afraid of
forgetting what you looked like all
together. But when you walked into
the room I realized that I had forgotten
the little details that make you human.
I had forgotten that voice that I want
to spend all day talking to. I had forgotten
your personality and made you just an
image to crave. When you're gone I'm
blind, I see things only with the main idea.
but with you I see every inside joke, every
little breath taking detail. the sight of love
is not one to yearn for but to fear.
Comments
For starters always best to spell three than type 3.
The rest I love, it is sensitive, honest and lovely in the nature of absent love.
I love that you love spoken word, I believe it is the real roots of poetry.
Here is my reading-
https://soundcloud.com/neopoet/sight-of-love-by-scooby
If you like it I could post it to our Neopoet.com Facebook site, and to credit it properly you might like to give your full name.