Is It Just Me

I used to write poetry often. It was always a very cathartic practice for me; just as writing this blog is quickly becoming. Maybe that's the reason 98% of my poems were written during my angsty, turbulent teen years (would that description be a redundancy? or an oxymoron? hmm, curious). As I was getting ready earlier today, the first few lines of a new poem just popped into my head. Not surprising, really, seeing as how today hasn't exactly been easy. So I sat down, worked out the rest of it and am now posting it here for your reading pleasure. Or torture, depending on how you feel about poetry. Heh...here goes:

Do you think of me as I think of you
When memories brush your thoughts
Does a tear slip through
Do you remember my smile as I remember yours
Or ache to hear my laugh as I ache for yours
Is there a void in your heart yearning to be filled
A piece of you gone, damage too deep to be healed

Or is it just me

Did it hurt to watch me walk away
As it hurt me to know I couldn't stay
Do you wonder how it all went wrong
When, together, we've always known we belong
Have you ever reached for me in your sleep
And breathe in my scent the pillow seems to keep

Or is it just me

Will you miss me as I'll miss you
Still love me as I'll love you
Never forget me and what I meant to you

Or is it just me...

~Cara M. Baker~
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