Which I really wasn't

Which I really wasn't

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

(A brush against my arm

that makes the hair on my neck

stand at attention)

 

A trip down memory lane

 

Your eyes met mine today.

 

Did I look like I did last year

or was there something missing

yet completely undefinable

behind my smile?

 

I think I have the answer to that mystery.

 

You see, I keep the girl you know below the surface

just out of the scope of most investigators.

 

Of course, nobody is really looking for her

 

Not since the time I told you I was sufficating

 

Which I really wasn't.

 

 

 

© 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

Chicago, IL



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