I won't say the words

Maplespal

I won't say the words

 

I can feel it on my tongue,

words scraping past the grooves.

The last ones you sung,

before the reaper took your moves,

before the tunes turned dark,

before the silence moved in,

before the extinguishing of your spark,

and the loneliness felt within.

I can feel those words true,

cooling to a windless chill.

The last ones sung by you,

their meaning frozen still.

I can feel it on my tongue,

scraping past the grooves.

The last words you sung,

before you stopped your moves.

 

 

  • Author: Maplespal (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 15th, 2024 16:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: Music and the memories kept close.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 12
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  • sorenbarrett

    Haunting and sad

  • Doggerel Dave

    The multisensorial nature of memory clear here in a rich tribute just long enough and complete unto itself.

  • Bobby O

    Before the reaper took your moves
    Wow, they explain so much with such a simple metaphor and maybe we all gotta go through it so it applies everywhere every day really nice.way to extend a point



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