Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher
ten years later all I can
remember is we both liked the
9th symphony best. that & the sex.
I saw U on the Boardwalk, black hair streaked
w/ grey &
lion wild. my throat closed, then my heart.
U looked right through me, past me, out to sea.
maybe U were looking too hard.
I was wearing Prada sunglasses & no make up.
I’d left my flashy engagement ring at home
on the sink.
I didn’t stop. U didn’t see me or it’s
been too long.
have I changed all that much?
U looked beautiful, btw.
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my favorite type of poem, short, to the point, no fat, but very juicy! xoxo –LK 🙂
moment by moment by moment
as good as it gets here. every word chosen like a jewel. i loved it
Agree with Vic. Talk about murdering your little darlings to achieve perfection.
xoxo
the title say all i could say.
a beautiful tale told with words chosen with a tweezers
Makes you think . . . we all wonder what happened to people we know and maybe once loved. Then a moment arrives where we see the person and can learn the truth. Sometimes we grab it, but often we let it slide past because finding out what happened from somone’s own lips is a two-way street where they can say, “So what have you been doing?”
O Alexis. Perfect poem. “maybe U were looking too hard.” “…. on the sink.” You are amazing. I will read & read & read this one.
enthralling!
It made me feel chills followed by a bit of sadness. A what if. Another good one, Alexis. Keep em comin!