Old Peice of Gum, I am Tired of Chewing You

The shape of your name

is more familiar to me

than your face is.

The dots on the i's,

the curve of a P,

or a B, or perhaps

an M-

The letters are so much more significant

than the slope of your shoulders

the arch of your neck

or the height of your cheekbones.

My memories of you

are faded and tattered-

As an old love letter

too often read, cried over, and re-folded-

I have worn thin the shadow of your voice.

I trust, if I continue to run my fingers

over this pen

and construct poetry in your likeness;

if I continue to rub my thoughts

over your face,

and recollect your eyes in all their emptiness;

I will eventually wear you down

and smooth over the rough edges

you left in me.

Because the memories we savor the most

are the ones we lose the quickest,

so I will roll your name over and over my tongue

until you lose your flavor

and spit you out into the dirt

where you can stick,

where you can flatten,

where you can become a nameless blemish

and remain something wholly Unrecognizable.

 

Reviews

[Honeypot]

This is a gorgeous piece of writing. I can't believe nobody has commented on it because it is wonderful. Its so sad. You bring out the feelings of a love lost far too soon and there for clung to in anyway possible. I especially loved these lines:

Because the memories we savor the most
are the ones we lose the quickest,

True and huanting words. Wonderful job on this.