Surgery Feeling

January 18, 2009
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That September day he left
Was the day the memories shattered.
I looked into a mirror
To find changes all around me.
It felt like I was inside a
Where's Waldo?.
I didn't look the same.
My smile ran and hid in his packed bags.
My laugher was sitting on the boughs
of the magnolia tree outside his house.
My personality was sitting next to him in the car -
Both of them on their way to Detroit.
The flowers in gardens reached out to help me.
The warm rays from the sun tried to hug me.
The streets tried to guide me.
The grass tried to comfort me.
Nothing saved me.
I was just a body
Frozen.
When I raised my arm
I saw it move.
I didn't feel the muscles working.
I saw my feet shuffle as I walked up Chicago...
Never felt the pavement underneath my Converse.
Never felt Mr. Sun kiss my cheeks.
It was as if anesthesia was injected in to my entire body..
I couldn't feel anything.
Oh! How I wished I could feel
The crisp leaves..
The thick jacket encasing my body.
The heat from coffee in a cup
Was something my hands desired to re-experience.
My cheeks called to the crisp wind
Asking her to caress them.
I hated knowing someone was missing
leaving my self-peace uneven.
I wanted life back.
I wanted my smiles
To move back with my laughter.
I wanted my personality
To put my clothes back on.
I wanted to feel emotions,
To feel the world around me.
I wanted things set right.
I wanted him back home.





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