An Unspoken GoodbyeA Poem by Marie Anzalonewritten for a contestIf objects had the power to record memories and sensations of what has passed them by; then inside this doorknob would reside a glance of eyes cut with shame, a hand, gripped tightly, fingers curled; and a sense of dread, knowing what is gone, is lost. It would give you insight, too: disheveled bedclothing, unmade for weeks, while its owner tossed and cried and smell the scent of madness, knowing there was no way out; and that the lingering hatred could never be reconciled by a maligned never recognized and unspoken goodbye. © 2010 Marie AnzaloneAuthor's Note
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Added on November 14, 2010Last Updated on December 19, 2010 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXela, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutPLEDGE TO CIVILITY IN CONDUCT: I never thought I would actually have to state this outright on any public forum: I am not harassing other writers on site, nor do I have multiple accounts set up for t.. more..Writing
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