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Saturday, 23 March 2013

About Not Letting Go


I always try to find
the tiniest bits of you
in those who cross my path

Unable to say goodbye to you
even if your holy bones
weathered by these six frosty winters
deny they're YOU
I'm consumed
by the never-ending process
of recreating everything 
that was you

The lachrymose pillow
that broke down and wept with me
last night
when I told her
I'd forgotten your face
hardly raised her voice
above a whisper
to tell me she could see
even that minuscule scar 
slightly below your left eyebrow
so clearly in my eyes

She made me smile
She understood
She's a friend


Have a lovely weekend, everyone! Listen to this if you want.