Silent Blue

By now, I thought the world remembered me,
thought I had left something big enough to be
recognized for.
But sometimes at night,
when the world is almost tender,
a silent blue,
and the past is a faraway hand
waving from a car I can no longer recall,
it engulfs me -
I have been practicing absence
all my life.
My alone has grown its own
body, claimed a name
and a place to sleep.
In the dream I thought I heard the world weep,
thought I heard it call out to me,
like a mother in unknowing.
Thought we had reached the scene
where they pull the body from the fog
and return.

But the world was a silent blue
and I was just silent.

Reviews

[Mustafa]

a really good poem,congrats!

[anne]

thank you!

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Blue poem have so many beautiful imagine in it. Tender and melancholy. My heart simply like it.

[anne]

thank you so much, I appreciate it!