I see now
it's not because you didn't love me;
it's because i was invisible, even while touching
everything small about you
and still seeing the shining nimbus
that drew me
like moth to flame.
Electricity
on my skin and in my veins,
it hurts
that you felt nothing the same,
cold against my fingertips
tracing the outline
of everything you should be,
but aren't.
Casting shadows
that waver against the backdrop of yesterday,
ghostly in their perfection:
thus I know them a lie--because
seconds, aging, soften,
and bruises fade
and scars pale
and you grow more beautiful
as you get farther away...
as if you weren't flawless to start with.
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For Zac
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intelligent
discourse at loveable accusation......accused would be disarmed by this and rush to you to fulfill the left out stuffs...you want so good and bad...right.....wind u have not read my others much leaving the caper -
Moving and beautiful I cant express it any other way hon
thank you!
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Poignant...
...nice...but familiar...I wonder...instead of Gods...a reflection of self, that thought after reading again and looking at the title and the last line...'flawless', but then again, one seldom sees flaws in an object of on's reflections...until...and 'yesterday's' change, even as we view them again and again..
Well done! For some reason, the first time in the almost ten years of membership, I got an email notification of your poem, explain that?
Amicus
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How have you been, friend? I haven't gotten words from you in a very long time.
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