So that the Roses won't Suffocate

by Kakera   Feb 11, 2014

2014-02-11 16:42

I still wake up some days
feeling your hands around my chest and belly
even though I'm alone in bed

I still call your old number sometimes
despite that a pre-recorded message is all that remains,
just so I can hear your voice

I still cry until my body forgets my sleep
every night, to distract me
from the silence of the good dreams I never have

I still breathe your name
onto your favorite roses,
so that at least they won't suffocate

Your face; your curved lips
and that special nose-bridge you always hated that I loved to kiss
is the only part of my past that I won't let oblivion take away,

whenever I try to sleep now,
I get stuck in a staring contest with my ceiling
because I can't stand having my bed all to myself again


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  • 5 years ago

    by Burning Angel

    I really love this poem. I am not to sure of the meaning but I took it as a death of a dear person.

    • 5 years ago

      by Kakera

      Thank you so much for both reading and commenting!

      At the risk of sounding pretentious, I think I'd say that there's more than one meaning that I imbued within this poem, which I think I do with most of my poems. For this reason, I think the reader's interpretation is the most important one.

      But yes, it's definitely got to do with the death of one of my loved ones, but there are more fragments of my experiences and bonds written into it. =)

  • 5 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Good job how you still think of that person wishing they were there two thumbs up 5\5 :) my friend