Those Things We LostA Poem by RefreshingEagleCoward, I am At the first hint of something turned sour I Retreat like the sun beneath the waves at dusk I am not Strong I cannot think of warm fur against cold skin For fear that I’ll remember her, and her, and him, and him For they, so temporary and so enormous, As quick and powerful as a supernova, They were gone in the span of time that Must seem to You like a millisecond I cannot think of legs trotting that morphed to wheels
creaking Or the way he is no longer lucid at the best of times Or the way it will feel when he, too, is gone In the span of a Heavenly millisecond Coward that I am, I turn to prose As a petal shrugs off dew and
turns to the first rays of sunlight I cannot take a lover for fear
that the hands from before will rise from the mattress And choke me with the words I will
never let pass my uneven lips To Love is to Lose To Love is to be Weak And I will never be Weak again © 2018 RefreshingEagle |
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