Encore.

by Poet on the Piano   Feb 18, 2016


-

i think i still love you,
maybe i always will...

still,
i await your childlike
smile first thing Sunday
morning at church,
when we're both early
and can hear the sweet
voice of the canaries.

still,
i call your spirit when
everything that i do, you
would enjoy also, and
i can almost taste your
presence walking
perfectly in sync with me.

still,
i cherish you as much
as you love the Easter lilies
on the sacred altar, and
the way you play the organ
as loud as you can,
when color floods the church
and light reflects from you.

still,
i believe in you,
but no longer in us.

still,
i remember you
but now,
i no longer ask
that you remember me.

still,
i wait for the
sun to rise in me,
but i no longer wait
for you.

-

"Encore" is "Still" in French.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Edward Oropeza

    Nice, seems like a childhood memory for me. I suddenly remember my childhood memories when reading this piece, and how sweet when you remember a person on that time. And to ask how was are they doing now. Good job.

  • 1 year ago

    by Karla

    Sweet.