Alex

by slighte   Mar 4, 2012


I woke up

when you
were a child
and the light woke with me.
Outside you were addressing the
wind:
singing songs of you
and why
you would rather wash dishes
than touch the sky.
I wonder if you
knew how close you were.
I will not laugh when
you say you're leaving.

Don't tell me anything
I know.

Your eyes were wishing stones. Perhaps
if I held them in my hands, closed
my fingers around your disaster,
you could have stayed.
But you really had to go.

--
2.3.12
Has it really been this many years?

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  • 11 years ago

    by Skyler

    I feel like I'm looking in on something private. This is a piece that evokes sympathy, and a desire to understand.

  • 12 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    "you would rather wash dishes
    than touch the sky. "

    this poem gave me chills.