ForgettingA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierForgetting Thinking of you in a way abstract, trying to find significance in words, turning the page smoking burning the fingertips. And I know you are listening to my far away song, I'm not quite dead yet, just skeptical the way the mouse is of the cat. I have been swallowed whole before. Letting go of water, not willing or wanting affliction, pasting your picture at the ending of an unread book. Placing a milk glass in your hand; invisible, you have touched my soul and left it. Never forgetting the Moon and that I'm always in your shadow. © 2016 Abigale LeCavalier |
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