I Can Only See You Now,

I can only see you now, as just a thought or touch.

It even seems that some days, the pain it feels too much.

Its seeps within the despair I sense and fuels the ache I feel,

It’s in the smell of coffee beans, or a tune that seems so real.


I can only see you now, when I close my eyes to sleep,

Your face appears within my dreams, the ones I cannot keep.

Where bodies join and passions spend, a sheen of sated bliss,

Your tongue it steals across my lips and seals a whispered kiss.


I can only see you now, when time stands fast and still,

Tiny pockets of emptiness, that I let your darkness fill

Postcard written memories of all the times we shared,

Of endless possibilities, and times when you had cared.


I can only see you now, across a crowded street,

A tap of quickened footsteps, but still we do not meet.

I call your name, you do not hear, and then you fade away,

I knew I should have listened when you said you couldn’t stay.


I can only see you now, as a memento of my sorrow,

I loved you then, I love you still, I’ll love you on the morrow. 

About helenmidgley

Helen Midgley likes to think of herself as a cross between Dawn French and Kate Moss. She has been in the witness protection programme for a number of years and once lived in Brighton as a bearded mechanic called Dave! Her current incarnation is as a part-time Journalism & Media tutor at a small FE College in Yorkshire. She has survived cancer, dandruff and athlete’s foot and has a penchant for black humour and red wine.

15 comments on “I Can Only See You Now,

  1. Helen, this is simply incredible. I am so sorry for not getting to this sooner. You made me tear up, made me shiver. Reblogging.

  2. Reblogged this on readful things blog and commented:

    One of the most beautiful pieces I have seen. Please take a moment to read.

  3. It is a truly lovely and heartbreaking poem. Well done, Helen!

  4. Helen, you really have a gift. This poem draws us together in sentiments that most of us have felt, yet only you could put them together with such…grace.

  5. Ah yes!! Totally agree with Ionia – this is very beautiful – haunting!!love it!! 🙂

  6. Awesome. I especially like, “…Postcard written memories…”

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