A Lot of Space

Written with Sonal Soni

Beautiful senseless
He appears to me
Like a dream I could create
But when held within the confines
Of my personal space,
Does not vaporize
Only smiles
And squeezes back

 

Golden moments were created
In the vacuum of my mind
But greasy hands
Left fingerprints on the polished surface
And the pewter plated memories
Tarnished in the sun
Before they could be captured
By Polaroid film

 

The memories are cheapened
When the hands are gone
But the finger-marks remain
When I know I’m not trend
Just a cheap date
A cup of coffee
The flicker of a street lamp
Lost in the void

 

Of a parking lot space

Author's Note

One of my favourites. Written at 18 while in first year university.

Reviews

[J. Ackson Jr.]

I love the imagery of this piece, Kae.
"But greasy hands
Left fingerprints on the polished surface
And the pewter plated memories
Tarnished in the sun"

You have a talent for showcasing the despair and instability of a relationship. Emotions, such as love, seem to be the most volatile aspects of life.. a relationship is one of the most difficult things to maintain and can easily become 'tarnished,' abused, or taken for granted.
I really loved the imagery of the tarnished pewter =) Great Write!

-j.