robin cooper

goodbye, my lover
the rain's patter-patter goes along rhythmically
with the sound of my heartbeat.
even though he is gone, i still feel his touch.
how his fingertips breezed along the small little
blond hair on my arm when we walked together in the park.
or the way his lips pressed against mine like a soft
cushion my head has laid upon before.
the way his voice sounded, smooth
as the silk that spread across my bed or
seeped into my moisturized skin.
the way he hugged me closely and tightly,
not hurting none of my bones, crippling
either one of them. only mending them into
my true identity.
they say everything progresses in time. time
fly pass and in a blink of any eye. he wasn't in my sight,
i was empty handed, the rain's patter-patter no longer
went rythmically with my heartbeat.
his fingertips has long gone to someone's else small

little hair on their arm. his cushion

like lips went to someone else's more thin, like ice.

his sliky voice didn't rang in my ear, went into someone else's.

he hugged someone else tighter. mending their bones together.
what was wrong with me?
was i not that talented?
was it because i did not come from a
different religion other than his?
no, it wasn't that at all. none of those are
true. i was perfect for him, it was just that

everything went into
place with just one little kiss on a boy's lips.
i'm moving along, but i can't get away from our past.
they say everything progresses in time.
that's bull, to me.