Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Jun 2, 2007.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    You’ve just left
    gone for good
    but the room still smells like you.
    Cigarettes and that particular
    scent that I associate
    only with being near you.
    I wonder now
    as I sit here crying
    at how fucked up this whole thing was
    laughing a little at the same time
    because you always made me laugh
    made me sit up and pay attention
    I wonder if the smell of stale ciggies
    even the word, ciggies,
    inflected with your accent
    your tone of voice, your addiction,
    will ever stop reminding me of you.
    You left me a surprise
    told me not to open it
    until you were gone.
    I’m afraid.
    I don’t know what it is
    surely not what I’m hoping
    but I’ll look now.
    Breath in and hold a tight breath
    and find what you left behind.
    A digital trail of memories.
    Not what I baited myself with
    but sweet
    funny, a little you-centered,
    which was fine
    it was always fine.
    I loved how much you you were,
    so undeniably you.
    Talented and funny and charismatic
    beautiful with a smile like a blade
    a little sharp a little cutting
    but always kind.
    I loved your hips
    you didn’t always.
    Wide hips curved hips.
    Strong, individual, insurmountable
    just like you.
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Beautiful, like all your works, but always a bit of sadness too.:sad: But oh so wonderfully expressed...
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