Trying to understand
why you marked up your body
—I stared at the ink
The memory of your open promise
still inside of me
—unfulfilled
Retracing that promised memory
with new symbols
—stained forever
You colored in the empty spaces
I was unable
—or unwilling to see
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The memory of promise colours the path of life and you have beautifully expressed your thought here. Thank you very much for sharing this poem.10