Contributor: Lyla Sommersby
I, a leaf
from your book.
I, a sheaf
of inkspotted paper.
and I
I'm just one of your poems
now.
I saw your face
a reflection in a window
and I stopped to see
how you were
how you've fared
through all the years of silence.
but you're the same.
you've changed
only in one way:
you've forgotten me.
I remember what was
I remember
for both of us now.
and the shard in my soul has dulled
has softened enough
that I can see you
smiling with her
hear your kisses
romantic words
and not hurt
so deeply
inside.
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I am a student in Miami, Florida. Painting is my other love. My first book, Sketches of Someone, is available through Thunderune Publishing.
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