There are words I need to bury
Written on a fading purple note
Those words that scar – I love you, I miss you
X’s and O’s that oh so innocently wound my heart
Once they were light in my hands
Lifting my heart out of darkness
Their weight now beyond me
I leave them to lurk unread.
But today they caught me
My hand frozen at the drawer
I wasn’t ready. Just a hint of colour,
My legs wilting like a rag doll.
The jolt, the fear
Blue remembered pain
The carefree hand of composition
Never again to be held within mine
There are words I need to bury.
Written on a fading purple note,
Those words that scar – I love you, I miss you.
X’s and O’s that oh so innocently wound my heart.
Very nice, very moving, very intriguing. A story hinted at, as yet untold Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully done and sad!