Catapult to the Moon
A poem of reminiscence and regret
Erika Heier is a friend who sent me another poem, and I’m pleased to infuse my blogs with a steady stream of her vulnerability and yearning…
Unconventional looking face
Living in an unusual space
Always thought I’d be somewhere else
Used to take long walks with you
All your thoughts I thought I knew
Only traces of your presence left
Always thought I’d be with you
Still remember when you said we’re through
Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to explain this phenomenon
I’m so sad, feel so odd, never knew life would be so hard
If I could, I’d catapult myself straight to the moon
Sent a message out just yesterday, here I am another day
Being human is way too hard on my soft heart
Most people apt to make new starts
Emotional monopoly played inside my heart
Think I’d get a clue when something’s over
Crazy eights is just another date, fairly certain of my fate
This is just another game of endless chess
I’m so sad, feel so odd, never knew life would be so hard
If I could, I’d catapult myself straight to the moon
Spring, summer, fall, winter seasons, it seems you had a list of reasons
To take flight and leave me in that nest alone
Now I sit here aching, know that I am not mistaken
Almost certain I’m on the cusp of learning another valuable lesson
Never knew I’d feel so empty, my human value worth a penny
Go ahead, keep that cent for your own thoughts
I’m so sad, feel so odd, never knew life would be so hard
If I could I’d catapult myself straight to the moon
More gems from Erika…
