Francis Santaquilani

Memory - Poem by Francis Santaquilani

It was the middle of the night
When you came to me and told me,
'You'll find no love out here'.
You shut off the steady spring rain

To make sure I heard every word.
You placed your mouth close to the flesh
Above my head.
Your voice sliced through the fluid
Surrounding me.

I heard every word.
The pounding heart, my constant companion,
Skipped a beat or two.
It seemed like a hundred.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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