i didn't know
what we could not see
and shouldn't say
what i can't remember
but i have this feeling
of you as being good
innocent, if you would
white paper without writing
or any telltale smudges
offering yourself up to me
in amazement
and even though you're cloudy
out of focus under my hand
i still can feel warmth
and the promise of something good
if only things would
swing our way
sometimes the stars seem
so close you can touch them
ever burning out of sight
(alive)
The viewpoint and character are well conceived and rendered, and the emotion nicely angled. Makes one remark, "I wish them well"
ReplyDeletethank you! i was reading a poem by sandra cisneros called "one last poem for richard." this has nothing to do with it, but it did inspire me to write.... i need to read others more often :)
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