How I Wish You Were Here

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Wish you happiness,
Wish you content,
I wish you everything you’ve ever wished for.
But I wish, how I wish,

Wish you luck and joy,
Wish you success,
More of everything your heart desires.
So many wishes for more.

Wish you no more tears
To cry. No sorrows;
And I wish, how I wish, to protect you from harm.
I’m wishing you were near…

But instead
I’m wishing you goodbye…
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Dark Seas

The girl with the blue sky eyes is looking at me
From across the darkened room. A heat haze
Of emotion flickers like a lighthouse
Beam of day, as we catch each other’s gaze.
We share a smile, exchange a faint glimmer of
Recognition. Two islands that used to be one
Until the dark seas intervened and the current
Forced us to drift further and further apart.
 
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Turn

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I wish I could have held you there
Half way down the stair
When you turned back and looked my way.
Captured your likeness in the fleeting moment
When the dawn light shone upon your hair
And the dust motes danced a halo about your silhouette.
For you’ve never looked more wonderful
Than on the day you went away.
 
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The Silence Between

 

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In the silence between
Your lips and mine
Lies the truth unsaid. Unseen,
The key to this epic design.

In the darkness between
Two hearts shattered and lost
Lies the remedy undreamed
To turn hearts star crossed.

In the memories between
The dark and the day
Lie the tears, cried in silence, unseen
And that flickering hope you’d stay.

 

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Home to Roost

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I’m transported back to the beginning,
To the moment we first met, before the shame and the regret.
To when we still held our own secrets and had not cried those teardrops yet.
Before the setting of the sun on the longest day

Back when we just matched, before we became detached;
From reality, from each other. We went from lovers
To two strangers, barely speaking, merely passing in the hall.
When the indiscretions stepped out of the shadows. When the truth came to call.
 
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After You Have Gone

 

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Your heady perfume haunts me
That scent of you in the air.
Dizzying sensations that linger
Like the silhouette of a body
Just sketched on the pillow
When nobody is there.

I caught a glimpse of your shadow
A fleeting glimpse, just a hint
That you were there
Before it was gone.
 
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Penumbra

 

Flecks of colour in the night
Flickers of motion beyond sight.
The glory of memory
Of you and me. Of you and me.
Repetition of this ceremony

Beneath the waves of this sanctuary.
With a touch as cold as the altar stone
And bed a barren ocean where I lay alone
Within this dark. Where outside lights
Dance and tease just out of sight.

No heart’s comfort now you have gone
The hearth is cold within this home,
And in the garden flowers might
Crumble to dust; in this world turned black and white.
 
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The Waning

 

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Fitful winds
Whip about us
As we sit at this lonely spot.
This silence
Will define us,
Lasting image of latter days.
 
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Do Not Resuscitate

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We wouldn’t make the effort to keep it alive.
Stood hands in our pockets and watched it die.
Watched the embers until they were ashes, cold in the fire.

Where once we were junkies for the drug of desire
Now we take doses of pain and fear and lie after lie.
When we needed kisses of life as medicine

We turned our backs, hands in our pockets and let it die.
We bedded down with liars, we let our hearts stop.
For all this bleeding – our hearts never started beating again.
 
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Sleepless Nights …

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I’ve a memory
Foam mattress that just
Wants to forget –

But with time your imprint
Just gets deeper and deeper.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.