So out of the mindful creative writing session I attended today I wrote this poem.
Never done anything like this before and as I’m stepping out of my comfort zone by doing it, I’m going all out and posting it.
Do The Neighbours Hear Me?
Do the neighbours hear me?
Screaming out my grief.
Do they hear me pacing?
Looking for you in every nook and cranny. Like a set of lost keys.
Do they see me in the garden?
Crying at the stars.
Do they hear me yelling?
When the truth hits again. And again. And again.
Do they hear me calling for you?
At 2am. 3am. 4am.
Do they see me at the window?
Looking for you walking down the street, home.
Do they see me out walking?
Once there were 2 of us, now just me and my tears.
Do they hear me lieing?
“Yes, I’m ok. Up and Down. So so”.
Do they hear me talking to you?
At the empty space on the sofa.
Do they hear me sobbing?
“Where are you? Why did you go? Why is this happening?”.
Do they hear the plates smashing?
Thrown against the wall in white fury.
Do they hear me laughing on the phone?
“Oh, she’s ok now. Over that bump in the road”.
Do they think I’m over it?
Breathe a sigh of relief?
Come and say hello and see the look in my eyes.
Back away. Back off. We’ll try again next week.
Do the neighbours hear me?
Screaming out my grief.
Wow. You nailed it! 
