I don’t remember how happy felt
I don’t even remember your touch
I don’t know how a smile in your face looks like
a frown is now your permanent mark.
And we drift and separate
not knowing what keeps us together
trying every time we have a disagreement
not knowing that nothing is enough.
Are we too scared to take a first step?
Do we really think this is it?
How can we bring something back
when we don’t know how we lost it to start.
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Author:
rebeccasr5 (
Offline) - Published: April 1st, 2019 16:16
- Category: Reflection
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If I don't remember your touch
how can I capture happy?
I start here as it seems to me that not remembering an important person's touch is simply devastating. Should "happy" precede the loss of the memory of this much needed touch?
I suppose the answer lies in what unconscious thread you found in the re-write.
Good work, keep at it, this poem, I suspect, wants to open up into a deadening experience that just might be universal. Nice start!
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