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Unexpected goes to the junk files

 

 

 

 

I look at your name

between incoming e-mails

-almost a decade since I've heard your name

and I go back in time
when pen and pad were our instruments
and I see in your hands
your favorite pen

I try focus on your face
remember your eyes
they're faded in my memory
what is left from you
is an old poem kept in a book
on the highest shelf of my bedroom wall

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • faithful-star
    April 21, 2008

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    Brilliant! I love the way that you intertwined your personal thoughts and memories into this poem, it really shows! The last stanza was especially well written as the way that you placed the words "faded" and "old poem" and "highest shelf" really brought the piece together. Though this poem is somewhat short, it truly speaks a deeper meaning. Wonderful!