Lessons In Losing You Twice
It wasn't difficult
to learn the history
of you,
to wipe away the
foreign imprints
of other souls,
and misplaced fingertips
on the geography
of your body.
The hard part was
allowing my hands
to fall,
learning to
unweave my fingers
from yours,
and stop the awful
ticking
seconds
of remembering
you.
I managed to walk away,
slightly scathed,
still able to smile.
But,
I still write the poems.
I never learned how to stop
writing you into the pages.
What was once my escape
only pushes me
in remembering us,
making me realize
that your absence
was never truly
real.
And now you sleep
under a blanket of bombs,
learning the art
of tourniquets
and bloodshed.
And I'm still here,
trying to
figure out how to
forget you.
Copyright © Feli Elizab | Year Posted 2015
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