Cerebral Knievel
02-04-06, 05:52 PM
the scratchy sound of crumbling scrapbook roses
the soft whine and click when the door finally closes
the rip that interrupts soft crying when pictures are torn
the new deeper tone of voice when you say "mine" or "yours"
the fake laughs that pepper forced polite conversations
sappy mass produced "love" on every radio station
the deafening silence when you're sleeping alone
the scritching of your pen as you try to write poems
pick up the phone and see her number..but just listen to the tone
these are the sounds you hear..when the love is gone.
forgotten underwear, hair care, and other vestiges of her presence
old issues of Honey, Black Hair, In Style and Essence
little messes, piles of paper she swore that she needed
The book you bought her last year, she swore that she'd read it
empty pillows at the head of the empty side of the bed
the once crowded closet space that's wide open instead
one plate on the table when dinner is served
the last lingering glance as you trash things that used to be hers
how..uncluttered...it all looks when you live on your own
these are the sights you see...when the love is gone
The overwhelming sweetness of her favorite dessert
a whiff of perfume that smells exactly like hers
your attempts at a dish she used to make..it's never quite right
the way the car smells without her on the passenger side
remembering the taste of her skin, it brings tears to your eyes
the smell of her exhaust as you watched her leave for the last time
the kiss of someone new, her lipstick tastes strange
the smell of cigarettes and sweat, the club scene hasn't changed
the bitter taste of your tears as you admit you really aren't THAT strong
these are the things you smell and taste that remind you...the love is gone.
the soft whine and click when the door finally closes
the rip that interrupts soft crying when pictures are torn
the new deeper tone of voice when you say "mine" or "yours"
the fake laughs that pepper forced polite conversations
sappy mass produced "love" on every radio station
the deafening silence when you're sleeping alone
the scritching of your pen as you try to write poems
pick up the phone and see her number..but just listen to the tone
these are the sounds you hear..when the love is gone.
forgotten underwear, hair care, and other vestiges of her presence
old issues of Honey, Black Hair, In Style and Essence
little messes, piles of paper she swore that she needed
The book you bought her last year, she swore that she'd read it
empty pillows at the head of the empty side of the bed
the once crowded closet space that's wide open instead
one plate on the table when dinner is served
the last lingering glance as you trash things that used to be hers
how..uncluttered...it all looks when you live on your own
these are the sights you see...when the love is gone
The overwhelming sweetness of her favorite dessert
a whiff of perfume that smells exactly like hers
your attempts at a dish she used to make..it's never quite right
the way the car smells without her on the passenger side
remembering the taste of her skin, it brings tears to your eyes
the smell of her exhaust as you watched her leave for the last time
the kiss of someone new, her lipstick tastes strange
the smell of cigarettes and sweat, the club scene hasn't changed
the bitter taste of your tears as you admit you really aren't THAT strong
these are the things you smell and taste that remind you...the love is gone.