Disappearing ActA Poem by LissyDisappearing Act:
I find stillness Beside pangs of suspension. I’m worn; dull around the edges As sea glass and just as Weathered.
Four months ago you knew me Now it seems circumstances Let you forget
I talk to your dial tone and it tells Me I might be familiar Though how I’m recognizable, You can’t put your finger on Or couldn’t Or wouldn’t admit you once had So I’ll go back and dust for prints ….we’ll find me.
Or is there enough of me left That isn’t entombed?
© 2011 Lissy |
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