Am I Still On Your Speedail Poem by Susan Lacovara
Am I Still On Your Speedail
Months now, maybe more,
I've not heard from you
And I've grown tired of making excuses
for your slight of hand disappearing act
that often leaves behind more questions
than answers
I thought our free flow could never turn
to free fall...
Yet, here I am, wondering...
if there was something I forgot to say...
or do...or not do...or not say...
that would have made you stay
if not forever, at least until my eyes grew tired...
and I could sink into your shoulders,
content to cat-nap in the nape of your neck
Is it too much to ask, that you remember December,
How we danced, without music
Opened silly gifts that brought us to childlike laughter
Tied ourselves into ribbons
Of warmth and tangled limbs...
Preparing for the new year...
Did you somehow throw away those moments
with the crumpled Christmas wrapping paper...
Wishing you had a gift receipt
so you could exchange my love
for something you really wanted...
but had not gotten...
Sugar plum fairy tale,
without the happily ever after,
I keep you, still, in a snowglobe
in my thoughts...
But like a snowflake,
Different from any other,
You've melted away
by my mere mistake of trying
to hold you.
Thank you I bet the same questions come up in everyone's heart when it is broken this poem is wonderful I've felt love and I've been broken and you have nailed them both thank you beautiful write..... But how do we heal can you write one on that when the inspiration hits? thanks again keep writing..
A fitting tribute to broken heart... strangely though, even with the overwhelming sadness and disappointment that your lines convey... there lies within a sweet quality... one of healing brought on by acceptance
Poignant in its pain and honesty, its acceptance and nobility.
Omigawsh this is amazing! ! Free flow free fall; feeling the warm, significant moments you shared; Remember December(Taylor Swift :): really enjoy your recount of your last December and how you related throwing away precious moments like used wrapping paper; by my mere mistake of trying to hold you truly drives a point that a tight grip often leads to an easy slip.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 6:04:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
awww what a beautiful poem.