Wednesday, October 22, 2014

nothing to say (so much)

“why don’t you ever write about me?”

you wondered aloud,
one night, in july
eyes trained above my head
whisky-heavy breath
not quite reaching my face

i tried to, 
you see,
but my hand ached,
pencil gripped tightly
as i searched for something to write

that i knew
would stay-
something


(you wouldn’t erase)

5 comments:

  1. That's saying a lot for not having much. I can only imagine how miraculous if you actually did. Keep at it.

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  2. You can't force it...if there's nothing to write about that person, perhaps that says something...

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  3. I'm afraid that if I write about someone's magic it will all be lost.

    /Avy

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