LIFE Poem: an empathy so uncalled for., by Sophia Caudle

In a rather strange way; Some foreign piece of me truly aches to coddle the true heart of you. Almost like a fearful child.

Cradling the cryer.

the man who to this day, attempts a repeated stab at my mind despite the many city lights that lay between us.

You are the very act of a pathetic defense brought on by A broken heart.

As a caretaker, I was raised to hold gently, listen carefully, and to enact love with the condition of raw empathy.

disillusioned, I see you.

I watch from a distance, as you fuel the fire with prevarication; in an attempt to justify the flames you lit upon yourself.

All I hear is a pre-sounding resonation of loneliness.

All I see is the child who can’t handle being left alone.

In True distaste, I would mean nothing to you

I’m not worth talking about,
I’m not worth thinking about
and the taste of my name would never brush your tongue.

Instead I’m your favorite topic,

I’m the poetry hidden in the box beneath your bed

You haunt yourself without the help of my ghost;

without my lingering touch, you plague your life with the fog of my memory

As I watch you fan the flickering flame of your solemn laid candle;

I imagine curtains undrawn,

an empty stage.

The show has ended, yet a man stay sitting front row

Watching a still picture, he waits for the final show.

Ignoring the fact that I will never dance that stage again.

I have gone home.

And you-

you’re still waiting for me aren’t you?

………

Wishlist I grieve the innocence I never got to witness-

you grieve the love you could’ve had.