Wildfire #Poetry

I miss your laughter

that rang like a steeple’s bell-

Reverberating my soul,

It shook up my everything,

& rang like an old friend calling.

That smile that cracked jokes,

crackled like wildfire,

and cracked my walls

as they fell

& crashed like old Jericho.

I miss your hands,

How gentle they were for a carpenter,

Rough drafts for dreams

that never saw fruition

before you walked away,

But I stayed and I waited,

Waited for the sound-

of your voice as your dreams tumbled like fireflies,

into the cool summer night,

Your eyes were my favorite story because for a moment –

the day that we met

I saw myself in them //

But you didn’t, and as time went on, I didn’t.

I couldn’t see myself in my own reflection,

Lost in loss but never in faith,

I write my hope on my soul in candles that will never dim,

Because sometimes what we believed was our rock to ground us-

was really just our greatest challenge,

and hardest lesson //

You were my tallest mountain.

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About Gretchen Leary

I am 32 years old, I live in the Boston area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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