I woke up today
Your name on my lips. Your
Eyes I miss.
Thinking of the last time
I saw you. I lived on those
Minutes far longer than
I care to admit.
I don’t hold it against you
I once replied.
I don’t hold anything
Against you then or now.
Except the silence
Hurts. I struggle to let go.
This is a gift.
I am proud of.
This determination makes me
Unable to give up
When it counts. But I twist
In the wind now.
You walked
into my life
like you had
always lived
there, like
my heart was
a home built
just for you.
A poem by a.r.asher
I miss you, today.
Or every day.
One of those.
Mornings & evenings pass.
Days roll on.
Each sunrise & sunset
Like the one before.
Except for the mornings
I wake with you,
First on my mind.
Those more common
Than the rest.
By Elaina M. Avalos
© 2021
As a kid, I wrote a lot of poetry without understanding much about it. I still don’t know much, to be honest. As an English major, I cut my teeth on poetry – starting from the beginning of recorded literature. Any English major that doesn’t know the pain of Beowulf (reading, analysis, and paper-writing to follow), is no English major at all. :) I can’t tell you how many times I had to read The Canterbury Tales. I’ve taken entire classes on poetry. There are poems that stir my heart and inspire me. I adore children’s poetry books. But one thing I’ve learned over the years is that I’m not talented enough as a writer, to attempt anything but free verse. And even still, I stumble around with words and phrases. I compose these words on my heart. But write I must – even when I stumble and fumble.
The words are all I have to give – though I long to give more.
Writing in the Margins 