I don’t remember you, and I’m sorry
instead,
my head is filled with thoughts and memories
of people not worth remembering
not worth considering
I see his eyes, dark, and alive
and yours, dark, and dead
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
October 28, 2008 in Poem, Reflection | Tags: death
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October 29, 2008 at 4:25 pm
poeticgrin
I like the contrast of dark and alive vs. dark and dead – how the darkness can have duel meanings.
October 30, 2008 at 12:58 am
poeticgrin
After what you told me, what a poem.