Argument
I saw you watching me
as I fingered my collarbone,
unconscious of the world.
It's strange how slow old scars can fade.
You felt the need to comment
on how easily I lose myself
to another place. I know it's true,
but I couldn't help resenting
the way you said it.
"Maybe you are only fantasy,"
was my reply.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment