A hundred thousand feet
above the ground,
and all I can think of
is your arms,
full of me.
I was marking days in a calendar,
awaiting that moment
of our half-full glasses
making an overflow of feelings,
but now
I’m drinking myself stupid
and my glass
is always empty
instead.
Yes, they say
that
time heals all wounds,
but I’m self-harming myself
to oblivion,
making the irony sweet
and
the sarcasm sweeter.
I’m re-reading your letters
as others try to decipher my moods
and palms,
and even the remains
of my old coffee.
I leave them all
blank-faced and confused,
because
I hide it so well.
A hundred thousand feet
above the ground.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
Love it.
Maybe time is not meant to heal entirely… as if to say that we are left with scars to remind us of the lessons we have learned… From here to there I offer my best thoughts to you…
Thank you…. 🙂 x
i can certainly say I understand the feeling expressed in this piece. Time does not heal all wounds – we carry them with us for what seems like forever – the question I am trying to figure out is when will I be able to lighten the load or just toss the luggage? Time is not affording me this.
Beautiful poem.
Sometimes i think that nobody forgets the past. We always carry that. But maybe we are so used to the weight, we stop noticing it and think that time healed?
Thanks for such a beautiful comment.
Owl, I’ve just read and liked a few of your poems. I kept seeing your comments on Paul’s blog and finally decided to wander by. I’m only sorry I waited. I look forward to reading much more of your wonderful words.
Aww, thats such a sweet thing to say. Especially that you saw me on Paul’s blog, im glad you decided to visit!
Fabulous vintage writing !
Yes! Glad you got that vibe!
I stir my half-empty cup of coffee alongside you, my dear Owl xo
Milk? Sugar? 🙂
playing it safe and staying grounded may seem logical and keep the glass half full, but in matters of the heart logic has no place because to deny ourselves whats in the glass defeats the purpose of having the glass in the first place! Love is not meant to be understood by the mind, its meant to be felt by the heart. Thats why Its power over us is both terrifying and transcendent at the same time.
That’s very true. Its the content feeling of being safe, not wanting to change, because changes, of course, are always scary. But I believe warm emotions always win, because heart is more powerful than mind.
Changes are only scary because we fear what we do not know. Funny enough, the changes we often fear the most bring about far better situations than the current ones we are in and seem to have no fear about. My greatest fear is not having the courage to leave a bad situation just because it’s more familiar than a far better one that is not.
I love your blog.
“…and all I can think of is your arms, full of me.” – my favorite line, although this entire bittersweet piece hit home.
Thanks dearest.. Even though its on a sad note, im glad you could relate.
I can relate. There were many times I had left my love on the ground at departure gates and that was hard enough but then I would be 30,000 ft in the air and find a note she had stashed for me amongst my carry on items and reading it would cripple me. I’d have to put on dark shades to conceal red tear filled eyes. The pain of pulling away is a potent emotion, always good fuel for words though, some solace in that.
Thanks for your comment. This is exactly what it is, the sentiment of not being together, but have something of a person, that brings one to tears.
Glad you could relate, even on a sad note.
Time heals all wounds? No that’s a fallacy. Time does nothing but cast a heavy cloak over old wounds so one day the victim might forget the pain and try again. It works sometimes, but some wounds won’t placidly lie beneath the cloak, preferring instead to bleed through the fabric forever reminding us of the ache beneath.
Couldn’t agree more.
I know it;s metaphor – but self-harm alarms me – makes me want to reach in and stay your hand
Oh, a metaphor for sure, nothing to worry about. Even though I see why you would worry 🙂 thanks, dearest.
Love it.
Oh, thank you, my dear.
Love the expression here…
Thank you.. Sincerely.
I like it. All of it!
The beginning made me think.
And letters that you read!
Awesome!
If it made you think – mission accomplished! 🙂
(:
Ah parting is such sweet sorrow. Be well my friend.
It is..
Im sorry for your lose.
Its an emotional loss..
Loss of any kind can be hard.
B
Heartfelt in So Many Ways!
Thank you…
a hundred thousand feet above
in a lair among the stars
i feelings stay hidden
in the shadow of our scars…
that was so melencholically beautiful… if i may dare to coin a new word..:-)
*our
Thank you! So glad to see that you actually are wandering around my blog. And your “coin” is always welcomed in my piggy bank 😉
I do love your poetry… most time im left speechless.. other times, i muster some incoherent words to show how i feel..:-)
This is such a compliment.. Thank you very much..
Goosebumps…I felt every word
‘Yes, they say
that
time heals all wounds,
But I’m self-harming myself
To oblivion’
Just amazing!
Thanks Roshie.. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Stunning as always.
Thank you, dearest.
Hey Chatty Owl…just bought the Paperback edition of your book on Amazon. Can’t wait to have it in my hands 🙂
You’re back!!!! So happy to see you here! And OMG, so flattered about you getting my book. Remember, next cover is your responsibility 😛
Yes I’m almost back…and yes I remember… hehehe 🙂 Congratulations xx
Well, you know where to find me 😉
So raw,yet beautiful.
Thanks… Just getting my “full moon” mood out.