they are big and chunky. open at the back, they could be some giant's slippers. people stop when i wear my red shoes, people smile. i smile back.
we haven’t talked in so long. once i had a dream in which you wore a yellow shirt.
but he never wears yellow! that thought breathed me all day, made me cry.
you’ve changed in ways that i’ll never know.
well, there are things about me that are different. my hair is shorter and i write everyday. i don’t eat street food, not for breakfast anyway. i’ve stopped crying at the movies. i’ve stopped crying.
i don’t talk to sparrows like i used to.
does it bother you, that you’ll never buy breakfast in the evening again
never see me walk in my too big shoes.
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we haven’t talked in so long. once i had a dream in which you wore a yellow shirt.
but he never wears yellow! that thought breathed me all day, made me cry.
you’ve changed in ways that i’ll never know.
- just wow. it's so simple and sweet, but it just screams hysterically that there's something wrong.
the last two lines are gorgeous.
this is bookmarked.
xx
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I love this! Beautifully written!
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Your prose poem reminds me of some thoughts I had recently about an old girl friend. How that times moves on and the things we knew about each other are changing. As your piece adeptly shows, we change and now we do it separately so that whatever that relationship was, it ceases to have any modern validity. She now has new catch phrases, I now have a new haircut, she has a scar on her hand from a cut that I never heard about...small things like that equal change and a final understanding that what was, is over.
And that's why I think this is an exceptional piece. I'm glad I stopped in.
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Wow...I always love the simplicity in which you write, yet it's so deep and so relatable. I am going thru a rough break up after 5 years
and this poem made me cry. I know this will be me in a few years.
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I wish I could write my thoughts the way you do...yours has this very impromptu quality but your words capture details like little paintings of thoughts...so full of imagery and I'm thiking of giclees from the colors yellow and red. I don't know why. I just do after reading your poem.
you always write beautiful
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i really like this. sometimes time drives wedges between people without so much as an im sorry. and all of a sudden youre thinking back on the way things used to be with someone. and you talk to them and realize, youll never have it again.
blah blah blah. have clappies before i get too sentimental. i cant start telling those kinds of stories for another 50 years. ill yammer when im confined to a rocker. lol
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