too soon to tell

my muse is scaring me today

you asked me once

if I could live without you

and I didn't know what to say

 

I suppose

     I might throw myself off a small porch

     I might put myself in the way of a bicycle

 

Not to be dramatic

     but I might surrender myself

     to the murky mud puddle

 

don't imagine that I don't love you

don't imagine that I don't want you

 

but I lived without you before

Reviews

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. oh ... this is such an amazing gem of a poem ... you've got to feature this, dearest emily ... so many of us can relate to your words ... i think they breathe life ... they speak of a kind of resilience that is about facing reality as much as it is about dreams ... absolutely awe-inspiring work ... loved this post ...

[Mary]

Emily, A fabulous write!