A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Thinking of you

in a way abstract,

trying to find significance

in words,

turning the page smoking

burning the fingertips.

And I know you are listening

to my far away song,

I'm not quite dead yet,

just skeptical the way

the mouse is of the cat.

I have been swallowed whole before.

Letting go of water,

not willing or wanting affliction,

pasting your picture

at the ending 

of an unread book.

Placing a milk glass in your hand; invisible,

you have touched my soul and left it.

Never forgetting the Moon

and that I'm always in your shadow. 

© 2016 Abigale LeCavalier

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this is very cool. there is a mysterious, playful longing. an indecisiveness that tears. a love/hate. great metaphors. great intro & ending. catchy title. very skillfully done. :)

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Abigale LeCavalier

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much!

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Added on November 1, 2016
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