only nerves
A feeling, emotion
that you call the physical pain
below your ribs
above your stomach
below your heart
above your hips.
You’ve waited for this,
nearly half your life was spent
hoping, wishing for it.
It’s not what you expected.
The feeling doesn’t sweep you away
or cause a warm haziness.
It’s a stab of worry
a pinch of unease
a slash of doubt
a throb of uncertainty.
You dared to hope,
but instead feel only the things
that replace the love
you long for.
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One Comment
- azie replied:
is this what you felt like on your wedding day? sounds like it. really enjoyed this poem!
November 7th, 2008 at 8:24 PM. Permalink.