I hope you know that when I lie down at night, your question marks wrap circles ‘round my wrists, so when my hands are curled as if for a fight, I’m really just holding your words to my lips. And I can see how you might’ve counted me wrong, ‘cause truthfully I’m not a ten but I might be a plus-one, and you sort of just up and left me when you went to bed - or kept me up, rather; ‘left me speechless’ is what I should’ve said (what I really meant).
This has a great rhythm. I love the image of the question marks wrapped around your wrists. I thought that was one of the most interesting images I've read lately. It might be trite but communication is the key to all of our relationships. Misinterpretations can kill, but clearing the air not always easy to do.
A moving write that melts away the angst of night and leaves behind a life pondering life... It is a brilliant poem that profoundly speaks into that dark moment.
This has a great rhythm. I love the image of the question marks wrapped around your wrists. I thought that was one of the most interesting images I've read lately. It might be trite but communication is the key to all of our relationships. Misinterpretations can kill, but clearing the air not always easy to do.