Two Years

clarissavibes

Out of the blue pieces of you flutter through my thoughts 

Like fibers from a silk scarf I once had

Tattered and wispy

I grasp at them, tuck them in a pouch

They feel familiar, and I recognize them

I save them because I know they're mine

And I remember how it used to be

When it was brand new, when it felt like home

Before it became nothing

But wispy bits of silk fluttering in and out of my consciousness

Before the day I had your dust on my fingers, the weight of you in my hands

 

  • Author: clarissavibes (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 15th, 2020 21:17
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  • Hamrids

    Waooooo this show vanity of life. I really like it

  • Saxon Crow

    Lovy poem C

  • FredPeyer

    This is one of the most beautiful poems about a lost love I ever read. Love that last line!

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    Good Evening Clarissa ~ Welcome to MPS. It is a proactive site and it functions by reading & commenting on each others Poems ~ OK.
    Brian here (I share this site with My Wife Angela). We met three years ago when I was 33 & Angela 28.
    Your elegant Poem echoes previous liaisons we both had which started positively but expired. As a Man my Mantra was *Better to have loved & lost ~ than never to have loved at all* That attitude is more difficult for a Lady because Your commitment in Love - seems to me - to always be greater than the Male ? However echoes of our past loves ~ still flutter in our minds like *Whisps of Silk* Thanks for sharing ~ more please !

    Blessings & Peace & Joy
    Yours Brian & Angela 💛💛💛

  • jarcher54

    Yes the last line is haunting... I recall spreading the ashes of a dear friend... literally had that dust on my fingers, and one is shocked by the density, the dead weight, of the ashes of a cremated person. Thank you for the image. I have no idea if it was literal for you or figurative. Not sure it matters...

    • clarissavibes

      That is exactly what the last line is about. I wasn’t prepared for the heaviness and density of the ashes. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

      • jarcher54

        I'll always treasure this line:

        Before it became nothing



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