Was.

You were
The storm clouds
In the eyes
That stared
Back
At me.

The lonely soul
I heard
Beneath the happy voice,
Talking with friends,
Rambling on about
Exotic birds and
Heartbreak,
And the past

I heard you
Searching for company
Asking me if I wanted to
Sit and just
Talk
Without our friends
Just the two of us.

You were
The loneliness
That reached for me
And tugged on my sleeve
Because you were alone
And it was dark
And you wanted me
To be the waypoint.
The strength
That pushed on
While you fell in
Behind my confidence.

You were
The emptiness
That pressed on
When I couldn’t be there.
You were
The abyss
That sought to fill the void
With just
Anyone.

You were the melancholy
That
Tore down
All the beauty in your life
And ate away at what was
And still
Couldn’t stomach
The reality you tried to force on yourself.

Sometimes I wonder
If you’re still trying to be
The lie
That you tell yourself

Or if you just
Look at every woman’s face
And still see me.

Or if you try to sleep
But you still hear my voice in the silence.

Maybe
Not
Anymore.

But maybe
You are
The carnations
That still live
By the morning sun
On my kitchen table.

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I only wrote this poem just for therapeutic reasons. I never intended it to be a masterpiece or anything as I didn’t even try to come up with a rhyme scheme or anything too clever, so this is completely free form. However, I still feel like sharing it and seeing how people interpret the expression I tried to convey in the stuff I write. I realize it’s not my best but it’s still nice to get the feelings out and still get to share it with someone.