To Utter a Lonely Word [CTPWC]

love

the binding sense of undoubted attachment.
seizing the day just to see the way
she smiles.

then I wish for just one more glance,
at the picture I wished for.
her pearlescent gaze turns me to stone.

petrified, I gaze, in both anxiety and distress.
nothing else could ever be so perfect:
simultaneously living and dying.

the life, extricated from the purest of happiness,
yet dying for another chance…
to utter a lonely word.

I miss her,
but more so , I miss her
Love.

I dig the simplicity of this one, as though his yearning is almost palpable.

reply to post by AutOmatIc


HAHA sometimes my brain just cannot go much past simple

I try to use punctuation to make a point here. 3rd stanza I try to make a point of not capitalizing her, which is an obvious error, yet the only capitalized word in the entire poem is Love. I figured this point would add a second "bitterness" to the poem, as the concept of being in love, here, is applied more to the love of love itself instead of the actually other person involved...

Contrived? Maybe. What do you think?

reply to post by PhysicsAdept


I'm so sorry, wishing really does suck.

reply to post by MsAphrodite


Yes, it does. This poem, I hope, reflects more of an undertone or distress rather than infatuation