poem #FF

Though I know you're far off into
your files of friends, still
I see your future; fleeting,
ephemeral, fading.

Fading from the thoughts and
feelings of someone semi-
fictitious but their image is
inked into your palm.

Your palm so sweet it speaks
softly in seven tongues,
each tied for fear of freeing
an affection.

An affection I know I have
and would gladly tell the
skies and stars who shine
on long after death.

Death is forthcoming, we
both sense at the expense
of the gaze we may never
share but will remember regardless.


(4/2/15)

Reviews

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:) A lovely poem. To me it sounded like unrequited love.

[bishmas]

Thank you, you might be right... in a way