Beyond My Fingertips
by cricketjeff on November 22, 2014. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I feel the past come closer, just beyond my finger tips.
The silent breeze is whispering your name.
I close my eyes and taste you, feel your lips upon my lips
And burn my heart against the ice-blue flame.
Why did you have to leave me with the world still unexplored?
Perhaps you never wanted to be treasured and adored.
Do you remember meeting? All that chit-chat was absurd,
You told me that you knew before I spoke,
But I was blind to passion and I waited for the word.
That you could never utter to a bloke.
Why could I never read you? I’d read every other book
But the story that I starred in left me dangling from your hook.
I’m waiting for a letter or to hear the happy sound
That says you’ve left a message on my phone
I can’t believe a future if your laugh is not around
I can’t believe you’d leave me on my own.
We faced each day together and we won a thousand fights
Against the ghosts of silence who keep turning out the lights.
I think I bought you ice-cream, though perhaps I didn’t pay,
I’ve always been a cheapskate I suppose.
You’d almost finished eating when your eyes lit up in play
And dabbed some frozen pudding on my nose.
The first time that you tricked me, but you never could be mean
I think my heart exploded when you bent to kiss me clean.
The rain beats on the window, are you tapping to come in?
I see your face in every darkened pane.
The wind shouts out your whispers and I hope we can begin
To spin time round and play out life again.
A lonely cup of tea and then I’ll climb the stairs to bed;
There I’ll close my eyes so gladly, you’re still with me in my head.
Author notes
It’s just a story in case anyone thinks otherwise. Too many deaths this year
but not of anyone who meets the terms of this poem!
English