and I don’t even know you
Can’t recall your voice
and have no memory of
your face
I am suddenly and
unwillingly
aware of your absence
Did you say goodbye?
Why did you choose to go?
Who were you…
before it all fell apart?
I have far too many questions
to count
and wouldn’t know what to do
with the answers
if
they were ever given
I don’t want to create an image
based on other’s perceptions…
I don’t want edited versions of the truth
sown empathetically as whole
and
I don’t want a picture painted
with contrived shades of you…
They do not know which colors
would have captured
who you should have been
to me
So I cry for you…
for the memories that have
escaped me
and those that
never reached us
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Touching prose.
ReplyDeleteCrying for love?
Hi, Don!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment. I guess you could say "crying for love" in a sense, but I wasn't thinking in those exact terms. Interesting though...it works.
huh...these words speak for many of us i am sure
ReplyDeleteI hope so, MoMo! I love how each piece can embody different interpretations than I was feeling/thinking. That's the best!
ReplyDeletethis is so so so beautiful
ReplyDeletethank you, soulsista!
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