Friday, July 1, 2016

unpracticed confessions

Gutted
I let my body numb
Don't feel
Don't feel
Don't feel
Don't recognize 
I want you to myself 
You reveal very little
You told me
Cuddles to my breast 
Breathing quick
Talking between air
Soft and sweet spoken
Of memories you find to be treasures 
"I remember what I thought of you then. And I'm grateful I got to know you."
Less articulate
More shy
You whisper broken images
"I can't" You say
"I can't tell you how I feel"
And I lost that glimmer of your memory and thought
As you hid them away
As if it was shameful to tell me you cared
 

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