the forgetting
of your fingers
the un-learning
of your lips
our nights that
never happened
the unremembered days
just a dimming dusk
the dying dust of us
I unravel a life
and patch the holes
with the words
you did not say
yours is the name
I forget to carry
when I walk away
© Sarah Whiteley
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This is very good Ms Whiteley. Got your writing mojo back I see.
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thank you,… perhaps it’ll stick around for a while
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so very happy to read you again
i admire your style and ways you carry your message
as the moon carried by the sea.
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my humblest thanks…
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wow, that is so unbelievably beautiful.
“the unremembered days
just a dimming dusk
the dying dust of us”
utterly amazing. poetry at it’s best. *smiles*
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Really powerful — and the verb tenses bring it so into the moment for the reader. It’s immediate and visceral — thanks for creating it (so I could read it!)
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