A movie stub, a broken keychain, a two-cent
String necklace I wear over my heart.
A photograph, a silver ring...
whispered secrets, we vaulted
and put away.
You read my darkest chapters,
Bookmarked and studied them.
With every page,
Your strength materialized
behind me.
In your compassion you
uncovered something broken,
put it together,
gripped it...
your hands cut and bleeding.
Train rides, late night coffee shops,
you shook me, you screamed
Your eyes plead volumes.
I listened.
Then festivals became
Nightmares.
I walked numbly
through lights-streets-people.
Reaching nowhere-
you were there, waiting.
I lost myself
in fluorescent bulbs and ceiling tiles.
You lost yourself too,
Only to find me.
We hid in hollows
backs to drywall,
faces to steel.
Words made warmth,
and the shaking ceased.
Now,
In an instant of utmost clarity
And absolute prudence
I offer
Kinship, unbreakable.
Loyalty, unwavering.
Devotion, unconditional.
A heart pure of trespasses,
purged of fractured moments.
And a patient faith that in time,
We will write new chapters.
Author notes
I never showed this to him, although now I wish I had.
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Comments
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Take a bow my friend, this is awesome! I enjoyed it very much, the part you added in the author notes about never having shared this with 'him'...made the poem have even more feeling for me. Just knowing that you felt this way and had the strength to put it into words and then were left just holding them and never sharing...thanks for the great read!
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Perhaps you should have, although if he couldn't see it then perhaps he would never have seen the words either, some people prefer blindness to clarity.
C
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