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Wish I could still care
by Timothy WilsonI miss the sun splashing into my window flooding my room from floor to ceiling
I miss the warmth of a human heart
I miss the way I used to look at the world, so trusting, so naive
I miss the sounds of laughter and the smell of baking sweets
The way a woman’s hair can tickle the back of your neck during an embrace
Most of all I miss the ability to miss these things
03/14/2011 Posted on 03/15/2011
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 03/15/11 at 04:18 AM wow man, wow. I am that last line. You nailed it. ~JPP |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/15/11 at 04:39 AM I miss - touch - most of all. But I'm feeling again these days, so it's better than it was. It comes back. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/15/11 at 03:56 PM This is very moving. Alison is right. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 03/15/11 at 04:01 PM I miss someone missing these things about me. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 03/17/11 at 04:11 AM This is so heart-wrenching, and then at the end a gut-punch of coldness. Masterfully done. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/20/11 at 04:39 PM The third (especially), fourth, sixth lines very much reflect my own heart these days. Thanks for the well worded reminder! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/20/11 at 07:26 PM ...tim, you outdone yeself boy. this is a synopsis o' aging as much as anything, and it's the 'anythings' that whup our butt as we age...every line i felt, wished i had penned it; so true are the lines and then the last one turns so scarily wonderful. draws sadness 'cause its sentiment is so blase. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/21/11 at 03:00 AM This piece is like a comet, it soars like consciousness with a tale, before it leaps into you, undeniable impact, kudos, peace, jewels |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 03/21/11 at 12:21 PM The worst kind of empty is how this makes me feel. Well done. |
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