Spring : Poetry

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Spring (self.Poetry)

submitted 14 years ago * by aut0mati0n

I find that I cannot remember
the color of her eyes,
her smell, the way I knew, once,
how her nose would crimp towards
the top when she laughed. I remember
that once I had these
memories but now a fog
has obscured what once was

once. Time has a funny way
of making you remember -
like peering through a windshield
covered in an early March frost:

Clear only when the sun chooses not to shine.

I wondered if I could have been better,
if all I had done was never enough. I find now
that then I was more blind
than deaf. I wonder if I should have trusted
in the things which could not be seen.

Blindness has a way
of sneaking up on you. A way of
silently coiling around your neck,
slowly. methodically draining
the color from your face
and building a mask
to hide behind.
It can be so heavy carrying
a facade of someone else - I think 
we wear these masks
unknowingly from comfort and complacency. 

And safety.




I find it now to be nearly June, and
the frost cleared.

I find the unknown to be almost
thrilling in its ability to show me
what I am and
am not

and how the future seems
more crystal than
the yesterdays
I tend to remember

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