Good morning hole in my chest. I see you're still here.
The only logical explanation is that I am borrowing someone elses body.
Left in the intense company of a stranger.
And now to make the decision of what to drag with me and what to leave behind.
Caught somewhere in the in between....
I wish you would just let me take care of you
So that I don't have to take care of myself.
And address tapping on my window at night
Reminding me of what I was really thinking
In what I thought was my final moment
For the second time this year.
Although I know that I am already more or less of the person I always will be.
beautifully written.
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ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous and very poignant. What will fill the hole, I wonder? *hugs*
ReplyDeleteWow. Incredible! You see, the bigger your chest-hole, the more beautiful your poetry. I could talk a bit about holes, but I think that conversation would either become a) very, very depressing or b) very, very, VERY dirty. Maybe both?
ReplyDeleteBut this poem is gorgeous, especially because I know the thoughts behind it. You should write more poetry, Chantala. Hidden talent.
-OGM
I fill chest holes with sour cream
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