Poem -
creaking the rust
I would have called called you
out love,
from your place in the dark
had I known of you there
I might, maybe, have cared
I have images of you
creaking the rust
rocking the chair
unsettling the dust
bleary sight lost in the folds of
your mind
I would have cared love, I would
I would have been kind
but life has a way
of blurring the edges, dragging
each on
towards the end of life's book
and besides, you had lost you,
so very completely
and even I, to my shame
just forgot where to look
M P 12/3/22
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Comments
Gosh, such a hollow feeling to this when read. The acceptance that neither could of made a difference to the outcome. Thatβs what I felt here. Maybe because I pictured my dad in that moment. I have told myself so many times. I couldnβt of stopped him. It wasnβt about me. Truly powerful to read Marion. You captured something here that some shall truly and sadly empathise with xxx π
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I always hide important things where I can't find them! cool write Marion!.............................................................Jim