crawl space

shoe-box sentiments,
i am laced, blue and black,
cross-wise love and faded wanderings,
i keep all my dreams, small and dark
as a crawl space, but they all fit,
leaving room for some emptiness,
last night, i wandered then,
on my way to sleep,
ran my hands in the cold vacuum,
there was a mist of you,
there was a flame,
where a lost memory caught,
and forgot itself,
i had forgotten,
grasping for you,
grasping at nothing,
chasing your face,

away

 

Reviews

[redzone]

have to stop reading your poems Steph, you make me remember too much!!! too many shoe boxes, too much empty spaces for lonliness...

well,, okay maybe a few more but you have to promise to make me smile a little anyway.. Okay??!!

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the last line..."chasing your face" lace em up and run after it...even if the memory can't be caught...the chase can be fun...

really like the metaphor here.
j.

[highonwords]

oh, sometimes the chase gets to be too tiring - but all the more fun - thank you, jacob :)
read moreoh, sometimes the chase gets to be too tiring - but all the more fun - thank you, jacob :)

regards,
steph

[V]

What a great way to weave words, to combine them with images and feelings. I really enjoyed reading. The title reads perfectly :)

[highonwords]

hi vanessa - thank you so much for the lovely visit and wonderful comment - glad you like the poem :)

best,
steph