…and really
it’s about wanting to know what I can’t
even still
do you remember has replaced why
at least sometimes
you won’t know the significance of this day
you never knew the significance of me
but I hope
you reflect for a brief moment on the last year of your life
think of me
and feel a tiny flutter somewhere deep inside
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March 5, 2009 at 6:29 pm
Paul
That is a very beautiful and delicate poem, thoughtemotionlanguage event.
March 6, 2009 at 8:17 am
Patrice
longing for acknowledgement, wishing for (a kind of) retribution…
A sharing of sorts.
Living well isn’t always the best revenge.
March 6, 2009 at 8:31 am
medicatedlady
Thank you both. This poem and your comments mean a lot to me in a way I can’t really explain.
March 16, 2009 at 11:52 am
poeticgrin
I find myself wanting to put a period on the end of the poem.
It begins with “…” so there’s backstory, but the end has no real end – which is symbolic, me wanting to put the period there the same way you want him to feel SOMETHING, something so you can have your closure, but instead, you are just left to wonder and ache.
May 30, 2009 at 4:39 pm
paulandrewrussell
This is a beautiful piece.
May 31, 2009 at 2:08 pm
medicatedlady
Thank you, paulandrewrussell!