Are you missing me, or did I forget to think about you (spoken poetry)

I forgot to think about you today,
and I felt it
with every fibre of my being,
like the absence of breath
in a quiet room,
like a song stilled mid-note,
or a sunless morning
trying to find its way to light.

Are you missing me
and the hugs my words gave you,
the ones you never asked for
but always knew how to keep,
folded in the quiet corners
of your guarded heart?

It wasn’t intentional,
this forgetting of you,
but the silence it left
echoed louder than words,
carving spaces in my mind
where your name
used to linger.

Did you ever wonder
how I could craft warmth from distance
or weave tenderness into longing
without ever touching
the fragile parts of you
you tried so hard to hide?

My heart noticed before I did,
beating slower,
like it missed a step
in a dance we always knew,
one we never rehearsed
but moved through
effortlessly, endlessly.

Are you missing me
or is it the comfort of knowing
someone could see you,
not everywhere but somewhere,
and still stay?

I forgot to think about you today,
and the forgetting became
its own kind of remembering.
Even in absence,
you were everywhere.

There are two quite typical mistakes for me in this recording. A slight stutter will do that, and yet. I felt that this was the version to share. I know, music as a backdrop would be nice, but so far, this is raw. What do you think?

5 Replies to “Are you missing me, or did I forget to think about you (spoken poetry)”

  1. This is a most beautiful and touching piece!!! Sheer magnificence the portrait that you painted with words!!! Truly awesome my dear friend!!! I applaud you…

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    1. Thank you Edwin, as so often lately, it just happened without giving it much thought. Only when I listened to it after recording, I understood and realized what I had just written and said. ❤️ I am not sure what is happening, but these last months, poems are just falling out of my fingers. And most of them are quite good.

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      1. That’s when I find my writing to be best… When it just comes to me… .keep listening to your fingers… Keep writing from your heart…

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