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I remember there was joy
but the feeling eludes me.
Your hands in my hair,
your contained desire.
My own. Memories
laid down in the soft
tissue of my brain, sparks
and connections weakly
understood. You are not there.
Where are you? Are you still
the one I wanted? If I could
forget you, would I? We hold
the pain, let go the joy. Intensity
of touch – a forgotten thing.
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Nice to see you getting back into rhythm with the writing. Bittersweet poem too.
Posted by: Cathy | 11 July 2011 at 06:37 PM
These two parts of the poem are to a T with my current feelings and emotions. I am going through the breakup and this poem reflects all the suffering and thoughts that are in my head and heart.
"Memories
laid down in the soft
tissue of my brain, sparks
and connections weakly
understood."
"Are you still
the one I wanted? If I could
forget you, would I?"
Posted by: custom essays | 21 October 2011 at 02:26 AM