i am not quite here
caught in moments
that remind me of you
i am flat and without life
my personality so blind
and in need of light
reason impossible to find
i listen to the songs
that we listened to together
i cling to a duvet
that we once slept under
and then I find my feelings
awe and wonder
That I could feel like this
the mighty mountain
that I once stood upon
crumbles to dust
now that you have gone
and cliches about love
and love lost, do little
to keep me warm
James Garratt – Monday 1st December 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 