My dead lover’s lover
will visit me today. She
was one of a crowd,
invisible to me, ghosts
flitting through our rooms,
a glimpse, a hairpin
in the bed sheets,
an alien scent in the hollow
of his shoulder.
Our pasts unspool
behind us, already
obsolete, films
poorly edited, suffering
from murky narratives,
weak direction, too many
bad actors, too much left
on the cutting room floor.
What does forgiveness
cost?
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what a beautifully written poem. you carried strong emotion throughout reminding the reader how difficult forgiveness can truly be... especially when it involves betrayal of the heart. hope all is well. have a great day~
you are an incredibly talented poet. keep up the great work.
Posted by: naquillity | 14 June 2012 at 12:27 PM