... Truly Paradoxical

Abu Aeesh

Forgetting was suppose to be easy even though unprecedented. But I can still see the embroidery seamlessly weaving through the shawl that shimmers, making the mirror to lower its gaze. And unflaggingly hiding your jet lashes, but carelessly hinting at your doelike brown eyes. Those beautiful eyes. 

Breaking the wind, your voice was always diluted by poetry that sets my ears ringing. 

It's amazing how you could hear shapes, see sounds, taste colours. How you let your fibres live in every breath. It's been a privilege. Now I must remove my finger forming bookmark; refusing to let go of the thick pages. I must register and file away this lovely chapter

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  • Author: Abu Aeesh (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2017 20:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is me trying to move on.. And oddly enough, I never felt words like I did in those indecisive and seemingly unending moments.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 25
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  • Heather T

    "Now I must remove my finger forming bookmark; refusing to let go of the thick pages"

    My favorite. That's beautiful.

    • Abu Aeesh

      I'm glad you enjoyed it



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