We did not come apart as I stood,
Something of you clung to me
In the creases,
As sleep clings to the waker
And part of me lingered,
Caressing your contours
As I trod across the room
Jealous of what I had left behind.
That first kiss,
Familiarity touched for the first time,
A need at once relieved and intensified
In yellow and cream, warmth and dark
By the lamplight.
Shadows that meld and run together as one
Pulled together by puppets
Pulled together by a long denied puppeteer.
Now, traces, and sleep and
Half-light warmth dispersed,
I search, and cannot find you,
Anywhere but where you sit.
And am glad,
That in the flat, white,
Absence-of-furniture moving-out light
I will not see our shadows
As they dissolve,
and draw apart.
Please tell me what you think
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Hmm let me try somthing, nope didnt wrok, grr.
lol, keep writting adn great job here!
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thanks for trying anyway- i really appreciate it!
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This is a very strong adn well written poem, I like ti alot i would give you three applades if i had any point.(sorry I am all out
) Keep writing.
~ CHelsey
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A wonderful edication of the shadows that haunt us in insightful verse ...your imagery and flow is well crafted and the emotions keep the whole word in context
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