All you are now is a tremor in my memory
Like the coming of an earthquake
but to me just an illusion of the mind
All you’ve become now is just a scar on my skin
Like an invisible tenant of my body
but the one that makes its presence felt
once in a while
All you were to me was the static of a television set
Like the white noise of the universe
and the greyness of my personality
The potential you held was limitless
but I fucked it up beyond repair
you became the tremor that destroyed the
television making the static a broken black screen
and the screen mirroring the scar
you left behind
I like how it connects, this one. Tremory, scar, screen, reconnected in final stanza. Also, I noticed the play on time: First stanza is all they are now, second is what they’ve become, and third is what they were. It’s short and succinct, and is cohesive. Also, would a tremor of a memory be called a “tremory”? :3
You’re the one of best analysts of my poetry. So glad to have you as my reader ✨
I like your poem very much. I think you write with great emotion and put your feelings across very well.
I’m glad you liked it! Thanks ✨
You are very welcome 😊