Feli Elizab Poet Free verse

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.

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Hannington Mumo November 12, 2015 at 9:09 AM Accepting loss of a beloved is not easy. It's always outside our choices. It however happens, and it's better accepted. An emotional outpouring achieved by superior poetic flair. #7

Ettie Christian-Bowling November 11, 2015 at 6:43 PM Nicely wrote poem -Love Ettie

Lin Lane November 11, 2015 at 2:43 PM whew..."I never learned how to stop writing you into the pages. What was once my escape only pushes me in remembering us," yep.