The Pep Talk

ConstellationsThank you

For the

Pep talk


You always



What I need

To hear.

I could

Tell myself

The exact

Same things,

But they

Would carry

Half the weight

Since they

Weren’t coming

From you.

Since you’ve

Been gone,

I’ve lost


The field

Seems to

Stretch on


There’ no

Finish line

In sight.

I’ve lost

My motivation,

My focus,

My will

To succeed.

Winning doesn’t

Mean anything

Without you here

To celebrate

With me.

My killer instinct

Has become

Passive aggressive.

I’m not saying

That nothing

Really matters

To me

Any more,

But you

Can assume

That idea

Is implied.

I miss you.

Not just


I always

Wanted to

Kick ass

To impress you,

But because

Seeing how

Proud you

Were of me

Was all

The inspiration

I ever needed.

It also helped

That you

Kissed me

Quite often

When I

Reached for

The stars,

And brought

You home

A bouquet

Of constellations…

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
This entry was posted in Humor, Love, Philosophy, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

24 Responses to The Pep Talk

  1. karen698 says:

    This is a very nice poem, Austin. Sweet.

  2. Reblogged this on THE MARVELOUS MUMFORD and commented:

  3. It’s sweet and all, but the format…why do I keep thinking of sketchy cell phone reception?

  4. mandolinsummer says:

    Oh wow. Beautiful and gut wrenching. Thanks Austin.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s