Indifference for Different

I don’t recognize 

the smile I wore

last summer,

fast forwarding the joys

of each blithe moment,

though I tried to take a glance

between the falling sand.

I don’t recognize the eyes I used

to peel away your layers

a little more bare

each day,

clothes strewn all over,

until there was nothing left.

I don’t recognize the skin 

I dressed myself in

when the heat was

almost unbearable,

but still 

at least I was warm

beside you.

I don’t recognize the fingers

that held yours,

the prints lush in temperate

pulses

when the night blew us kisses,

and my legs

stepped in sync with your steps,

each day a blur;

it felt like more seconds.

I don’t recognize the hair 

that caressed the wind

as I sat in the passenger’s

seat of your convertible

as music licked my ears

and humidity coursed my lungs;

so I pleaded for cool air,

though now, 

I wish I hadn’t.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I like this moving poem and wondered if she, was attempting to tackle her loss via denial? The structure works well, nice writing

[Tai Ryens]

How is it that I have discovered this gem two months late! Let me start by declaring this erupts with emotion here, there, and everywhere in-between linguistic spoken clearly from your intellect. To reminisce moments of pulling up a veil upon oneself; to appear more formidable and presentable to admirable people is finely, and BRILLIANTLY said here. Might I say, this has amazed me in every way possible; something that few people tend to do. Fine poem, I daresay.