ripped t-shirt
blue one
yellow lettering
favourite
offered to mend
white thread
cross stitched
tore off
thrown down
got back
two weeks
red thread
zig-zag
don’t wear it
just sits
bottom drawer
collecting nostalgia
Category: poem
poem
through a mirror
how surreal
time fights off
old feelings
where now
does the residue
of memories disappear to
long gone
old recipients
of silver valour
held close
my copper heart
in your fragile fingers
left alone
old scars heal over
but sentiments remain
remembered by those who look onward
fourth daughter
are you there
whispering into alcoves
as passerbys listen in
wondering what secrets
can set them free
bound to pathways
of pebbles and hate
are you hurt
have old wounds reopened
new blood covering old scars
warn out scar tissue
a faint reminder of yesterday
failed ritual attempts
to transcend this time
are you waiting
for me to come to town
with my hand out for you
gold in my coat pocket
bountiful room in my heart
unconditional love for the boy
whose blood should have been mine
are you lost
have cold nights worn you down
has his attitude changed you
with an angered voice
or is it a soft touch now
a gentle kiss on the neck
someone who makes you better
are you better
not knowing where i am
wondering who i am now
remembering who i used to be
why i am the way i am now
is it easier to see him
with a future so bright
that maybe i, should stop wondering
about you
dented
i dropped you off
but along the way home
i picked you up
because i used to
know you
but not enough
to see you
alone
with me by you
but i still picked you
up along the way home
while my room mate sat
in the back quietly
as we flirted
when we pulled up
to his house
where his mother
was sorting
recyclables
after he got out
i hit their garbage can
but i didn’t stop
because you kept talking
i kept smiling
the rest of the drive
until i dropped you off
and i went on my way home
after i picked you up
top floor, right
in the wrong
or the side tales of mistakes
where you found me
in dusty corners of lost
afternoons
honest accident
my face cutoff in photos
you in the sunlight
showing off boundless beauty
misaligned
never introduced
to people you’ve known
after i came around
as a secondary thought
forgotten
giving up now
my shattered portrait
when you left for good
with the key to
nothing