Lost Without and Chestnut - Poetry Schmoetry #2

I think I'm getting into the spirit of Poetry Schmoetry week. I already want to share more! The poem from my last post is the most recent one I've written. I know it's been a while, I should really try to write something new.


Most of my poems are from that time between high-school and when I got married. So many broken relationships to whine about. Today I'm going to share two songs that I wrote back then. They are totally unrelated and about two very different relationships.

Lost Without

The phone doesn’t ring anymore

when it’s two in the morning

As I’m lying in bed;

A habit I’ve been learning

To do without. I’m not lost without

Your voice.

I don’t watch your picture anymore

As it transforms into smiles

Like you shared with me,

Just for a little while.

But you forgot, went out and got

Back to where you were.

You forgot, went out and got

Her.

Were you waiting for me to let you in?

I guess you couldn’t leave till I’d trust you again.

I can do without. I’m not lost without

Your smile.

I can do without. I’m not lost without

You!

When your eyes would shine

You told me when I asked you

That I was on your mind

Why did I believe you?

Were you waiting for me to let you in?

I guess you couldn’t leave till I’d trust you again.

I can do without. I’m not lost without

The way no one laughs but you.

I can do without. I’m not lost without

All the stupid things you do.

I can do without. I’m not lost without

You!

Chestnut

Why didn’t I notice the

chestnut warmth in your eyes?

You smile and my heart expands,

for a pulse.

All this time I chose to search

for substance in the skies,

left to see if maybe I’d discover

someone else.

Sitting here across from you,

my hand in yours, a way to be

living without emptiness,

I hear you speak my name.

I didn’t know the person

that I had to find was me;

I’m ready now

and life for us will never be the same.

You don’t seem to mind the times

I stroke the scar beneath your lip

again, the smoothest part amid

the stubble on your face.

Our foreheads touch

and I smile when two eyes become three;

You hold me there ‘til I’m content

to leave your soft embrace.

Sitting here across from you,

my hand in yours, a way to be

living without emptiness,

I hear you speak my name.

I didn’t know the person

that I had to find was me;

I’m ready now

and life for us will never be the same.