![]() Some Things Cannot Be ForgottenA Poem by Anna
I felt his hand against my cheek
A tear path paving lines in my sleep-- Love found itself growing in those Crow's feet, like dandelions on the sidewalk. I paid no attention to the birds In my garden all day, and all night Owls watched the window where The candles always sit. I felt his hand against my cheek Between dream and dawn-light-- Between hope and disaster, despair is A catalyst to them both. The way a sleeping man reaches out For tenderness is telling Of a better world long lost. I slip into the dreams and my hands Fade through his, somewhere he Is still touching my face in adoration-- I'm flying aeroplanes, I'm twelve thousand feet high. War is a terrible, distracting place to Find oneself wanting -- Want, the absence of His hands is going to kill me, I think. Then no, the war has been over for years-- My hands still know the aeroplane. Desperate for a softness against my cheek.
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