Here is a poem that I wrote some years back about a lost love (who shall remain anonymous). I rediscovered it yesterday, and wanted to share it. Sometimes, when I come across a particularly touching piece of poetry, I feel if I don't share it with another human I'll bust! I'm not totally sure why. Please let me know what you think about it. I am considering putting together a book of the love poems I've written over the years... would appreciate any thoughts on the matter.
The drifting snow reminds me
of your pure, sweet innocence;
and watching it falling down
I can't help but reminisce
on all the days, now gone by,
the laughter, heartache, and tears;
and to me, looking on back,
it seems but moments, not years.
All I wanted in this world -
to love and be loved by you;
that door seems to be shutting,
a wall put between us two.
Perhaps there is a window
for us I cannot yet see,
but, amidst white reminders,
all I feel is lonely.
For the first time you hurt me,
though for sure without intent;
I just wish I knew my sin
that our friendship has now rent
into two torn, poor pieces -
mine, without you, less than whole;
the cold around sinks in me,
chilling my heart and my soul.
Yet as I beg forgiveness
I give you, unneeded, mine;
though hurt, anger won't find a place
in my heart - no, not a sign.
So I stand out in the cold,
with soft snowflakes all around -
sticking to all I see:
on trees, houses, and the ground.
But there's one place they won't stick,
and that's here within my hands;
needing something different,
each vanishes where it lands.
How alike, the snow and you,
with beauty, soft grace, and charms;
you are everywhere near me,
but you're never in my arms.
I know that I should come in,
the cold starts to make me shake,
but I can't resist trying -
trying to catch a snowflake.
~David Jamison~
