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Enough
The past comes at me:
An echo in a stairwell
A child’s wayward yo-yo
Rolling coins at the laundromat
Pinwheel shadows of a passing car
I can’t get back one second of our love
I’ve grabbed at the air for ropes
Stayed under water too long
Taken pills not subscribed me
Closed my eyes till colors burst from broken vessels
But, O for those moments we had
Wouldn’t you agree
One was too much
A thousand will never be enough?
An echo in a stairwell
A child’s wayward yo-yo
Rolling coins at the laundromat
Pinwheel shadows of a passing car
I can’t get back one second of our love
I’ve grabbed at the air for ropes
Stayed under water too long
Taken pills not subscribed me
Closed my eyes till colors burst from broken vessels
But, O for those moments we had
Wouldn’t you agree
One was too much
A thousand will never be enough?
Published 5th Dec 2010
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5th Dec 2010 7:03am
...say it better, but stunning poem. Good images, tight lines, solid ending.
Style.
Style.
8th Dec 2010 6:40am
8th Dec 2010 6:43am
Thanks for feedback. I wrote this about a long-lost love, but also about myself. Wonder if I will ever find either of them?
26th Aug 2011 9:23am
