Your Hidden Pieces
Sitting in emptiness,
reminiscing of a past time.
Writing out this hurting heart.
On the floor, head bent, deploring
On paper…this fire in my mind.
Your scent in the air, are you here?
I glance over this room,
Play you, Gyrating, in my mind.
Books with hidden messages…
Purposely left, for me to find.
I scream, but there is only an echo.
No sign of you to be found.
Only your scent and presence felt,
Your hidden pieces of love everywhere…
Everywhere I look. Is this real?
You leave me wondering, in awe.
A year has passed, one year precisely.
Are you showing me you are near?
Fire alarms piercing through one room,
Then to another, your presence causes no fear.
One year, passed and gone.
Left me suffering the brutal choice…
Of your own hands. Your watch I find…
Stopped on exactly that unsavory day.
A year later, on the date… you torture my mind.
© bipolarmuse 2012
*This is written from a very real incident in 2003. My Ex committed suicide at the end of May 2002, and was buried the beginning of June. One year after the exact day of his burial, me and my best friend/ roommate were sitting at the kitchen table and she remembered what day it was and asked me how I was doing, I told her I was ok. Next thing we know, the fire alarm went off in my room, then hers, and last, her mothers room. As we ran upstairs into each room, they turned off without us doing anything to them. Then later that night, another good friend and I were watching a movie and I mentioned what happened, as soon as I did, my fire alarm went off again. I would get faint scents of his cologne and find little notes that he wrote inside the books I loved to read. One book was called “Rivers End”, and I found another note in the back of our photo album… amongst other books.