The Memory

There is one moment put on repeat,

When I lose my mind it gets me through,

While I’m falling apart it helps me dream—

It’s the reason I survive even if it feels I won’t.

And the moment I live is thanks to you,

You’ll never know what you have helped me with,

I’ll never be able to describe the endless nights—

Clinging to a memory that has passed me by.

I wish I could tell you but it is buried so deep

That it seems at any moment I could forget.

But I live vividly somewhere before here and now,

Walking through a world that once felt near

But now crumbles once upon a time.

By now you have your own reason for being,

Memories to guide you through your life—

To take you far away.

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com 

From Afar

I sit and watch the people walk by outside,

And I smile knowing you’ll never know—

Or ever care of the way I’ll feel.

I laugh bashfully when you tell a joke,

But you tend not to notice the moments

I’m so nervous I can’t speak.

I watch couples holding hands

And think of how we never will,

So I walk down a different street

Just so I will run into you, accidentally—

I pass right by everyday,

But I still haven’t figured out hello.

I had a dream once

That we held hands all night and day—

And then I awoke alone,

Wondering when you would appear.

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

      

Broken Vision

At this moment my head is flooded

With every word I’ve ever wanted,

But I’m caught in a fog—inhibition at its best—

Which always seems to hold me back.

I look at you and hope for anything but silence,

Your eyes dodge mine—I’m staring at the ground,

Cursing myself for being born without a voice.

You have so many reasons to smile,

And I want to be one but I can’t—I can’t—

I freeze up and end up counting stars—waiting.

And for some uncertain contingency  

I have been given so many chances

Which have come and passed me by.

I worry that under some dire circumstance

Today will the last time I hear your voice—

Today will be that last time I see your face—

Today may be where our paths divide.

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com 

Convergence

The chapters of our life have unfurled,

And they have brought us here—

This is the story you were meant to live.

Distance fades like the years gone by,

Goodbyes don’t exist in this world—

Our dreams and fantasy will keep us alive.

Hope will be our only motivation,

As we live quiet nights alone.

No longer will our hearts sink and twist,

We mustn’t think such things

For we know what’s best.

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetryblogspot.con