by Karla   Feb 22, 2014

Julio's words
embraced me,
wrapping me up
in sugar,
dissoving me
when i couldn't see
the spirit of poetry.

it's been a year
since your heart left me:
my hands hurt
when i reread the poems
you wrote me.
it was a strange time.
passion is always weird.
i didn't want you,
i wanted you.
i didn't love you.
i still love you.

you immortalized me,
you glorified me,
you were and are.

once you said
if you were to die,
it would be in my arms.
i wasn't there though.

we will live again
some day.
till it happens
i have only one wish:
when my time comes,
stretch your arms
to receive me.
your love was the love
of my maturity.
the kind that still makes
my poetry suffers
because it was nothing
and everything,
because it gave me back
to myself.

i know this poem doesn't do
justice to poetry and
neither to you.
it is not what i would even call
this poem is my heart speaking
as you listen quietly behind
the veil which separates you
from me
and i apologize for the poverty
of my words,
and i apologize for still carrying you
in my heart, my love.

karla bardanza



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  • 4 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Your time is coming and many blessings on the way
    Awesome write

    • 4 years ago

      by Karla

      Maybe, it is.I am not so sure about the blessings though.

  • 4 years ago

    by Paul Gondwe

    Wow, you just pour your heart out on this piece and i feel you have done your heart justice but penning a piece that just speaks to your love..i hope when your time comes, he stretches his hands ready to receive you.

  • 4 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    I streichers my arms, for this poem, it is intense like no one Else,
    Love it and your style

  • 4 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Okay this is very powerful. I must point out that I thimk the title works well here. For the reason that the whole poem is about this one guy and you mention him in the deeper meaning throughout. Now the poem has beautiful metaphors through out that work so well together. They connect each line and stanza. The first stanza tells me you were blinded by love (in a good way) and it was hard for you to write about this person. This is not a typical love poem I feel. Yes it's love mainly but you added much more in. The memories are sad as well and some of the stanzas you wrote prove that. Like the dying in your arms one. I likrd the because I thought it brought a touch of a reality to the piece. The ending is so powerful! ! Love poems are hard to write and I agree it doesn't always feel like you are writing them but you did a great job here. You poured your heart out :). Very beautiful piece Karla! !

  • 4 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Ever guy wishes a girl would write a beautiful poem like this julio is a very lucky man p&l midnight sky

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