Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

her eyes

12 April 2014

 

 

I’ve forgotten,

middle names,

dates, details,

I don’t retain,

but one thing

that doesn’t change:

her eyes.

 

The way,

she always seemed

to see

beyond, wherever

we, between,

felt stranded,,

 

I should have tried,

but who am I,

to hold on,

selfishly confine,

that otherness which

she defined

as falling off the edges.

 

Some things, yes,

I do forget,

yet,

two worlds

called,

she always saw,

where she would fall,

which I never glimpsed

at all …

in her eyes.

 

 

(written for Kellie Elmore’s FWF)

 

 

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12 April, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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