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Mary Lou Poem
I hang from the strings I tied to you
that I’m too afraid to cut;
too afraid to tug on
when you can’t feel my weight.
I'll cut myself some slack,
only for you to pluck at them once more.
The strings are thinning out;
I'm thinning out.
Please do not let the strings break,
for I break with them.
Copyright © Mary Lou | Year Posted 2017
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Mary Lou Poem
the sun watched him come, the moon saw him stay.
confiding in the sky and the lives it held captive,
but weeping as the world slept;
afraid to wake to a world without her in it.
he pricked at the numbness -
prodding the eternity beyond the moonshine,
dialing and redialing a number out of reach
just to hear the echoes of her voicemail:
more tangible than memories
yet never close enough
to goodbye.
Copyright © Mary Lou | Year Posted 2018
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Mary Lou Poem
i knew you were falling
yet i turned and walked away
and pretended to flinch
when i heard you hit the ground
Copyright © Mary Lou | Year Posted 2017
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Mary Lou Poem
i knew tomorrow wasn't to be.
in the fleeting daylight i had left
i sang. and i wrote letters. smelled the rain.
brushed my hair. i looked through old photos and i
told my mother i missed her.
sometimes i forgot that i was dying.
and even so, with nothing to give or lose or feel or fear
i couldn't tell him that it hurt less to die than to
wish i could have been loved by him.
Copyright © Mary Lou | Year Posted 2022
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Mary Lou Poem
in soddening tempest
and billowing gale
i stand and plead with God
for drought
feet rooted in scuttling sand
wind-swept grains thrash at my face
i stand and plead with God
for typhoons
one day i wake up
keeled over in shallow puddles
brought to a boil
by a horizon's line of sun
a flower sprouts by my open palms
and i ask God
for seeds
Copyright © Mary Lou | Year Posted 2025
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