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Still Unattainable

Beloved, 
again, I bargain 
with my unbridled mind,
seeking to find 
a smile 
wider than time,
and wild eyes 
like mossy tree stumps, 
gliding against light,
in exchange 
for all of 
my recollection's 
regrets combined.

A stranger's 
divergent eyes 
always disappoint, 
pointing away from 
the maze of memories 
that light up 
a late father's reflection. 

Bashfully inadequate, 
I project pity upon 
those understudied features,
each seemingly 
inferior to familiarity.

An uncomfortable stare 
doesn't prepare one 
for the despair of 
a persistent 
preoccupation 
with 
what is not there.

March 8, 2025
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Kauffman Avatar
March 28, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Juliet, there is a deep seeded sadness and longing in your words like a gift just beyond your reach. You have written that longing so perfectly! I am so happy to see you posting again! You have been missed. Sending you blessings!
Ligon Avatar
March 31, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Thanks for your kind comments and blessings!
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