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The Dust Touch
like polaroids lose their color
i am surely fading, too.
as memories fall from cherished grasp
my friends loom from behind.
they are shadows
and i cry
because the past is savored once..
.. so i wipe my tears
and face my fears
to try my hand at
“moving on”
but how can i, when everything i touch
turns to
dust?
i am surely fading, too.
as memories fall from cherished grasp
my friends loom from behind.
they are shadows
and i cry
because the past is savored once..
.. so i wipe my tears
and face my fears
to try my hand at
“moving on”
but how can i, when everything i touch
turns to
dust?
Published 8th Nov 2022
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Dear T,
How poignant and relatable! This poem recalled for me a pocket of time when existing was the only thing there was. Living was for others. I had the Midas touch but working in the opposite direction. You write with great elegance. H🌷
How poignant and relatable! This poem recalled for me a pocket of time when existing was the only thing there was. Living was for others. I had the Midas touch but working in the opposite direction. You write with great elegance. H🌷
