It was not so long ago,
that I could probably
reach out my hand
and take yours in mine.
Now, every time we pass each other
in the hallways,
I am reminded that even looking for
your eyes
is like stepping into a tar pit.
Dangerous, in the best way possible.
You don't want that.
You don't want that attachment.
Those feelings.
Me.
I understand.
I'll leave your lovely mind,
your lovely heart,
your lovely everything,
to the whims of a future
we could have seen together.
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Author:
dase-y (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 18th, 2022 18:46
- Comment from author about the poem: I've lost someone incredibly valuable to me, someone I could tell anything at anytime, someone I respect greatly. He's the one person I came to love. That person doesn't care for me anymore, and it's hard to continuously be reminded of that almost every day, but I'd much rather prefer this than a past and present without him. Smiles, Dase-y
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Comments2
Sad writing .. nicely expressed
aww thank you. This is among the first poems I've published, so your kind words are appreciated!
'You don't want that.
You don't want that attachment.
Those feelings. '
Me.
(quotation marks may make it easier
for readers to distinguish this stanza
as being an internal dialogue
with yourself?
just a thought, the 'Me'
may be enough, so I may be
way off the mark
forgive me if you find my suggestion rude)
thanks for sharing, a really well written piece
of course I'm totally fine with your suggestion--constructive criticism is always welcome! The thing is, the entire poem is an internal dialogue, and the section you pointed out is really no different from the rest. Thanks for speaking your mind!
very true, my bad
thanks for the thoughtful kindness
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