love letter #58

i found my fingers
trying to grip mountains,
a pen and some poems
and i admitted to myself

you hated the fact i wrote,
words i knew and all their meanings

i rub my hand across my cheek,
it's fresh and soap-scrubbed
there isn't a trace of you there anymore

first time i have thought of you
and didn't cry

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: [This option has been removed]

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Melbourne, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Bukowski, Neruda, Rumi, Gibran, Jeffers, Corso, Waldman, Kerouac

Comments

Eduardo Cruz

14 years 3 months ago

WOW!

I wish it was I who wrote this.
I love this statement it rings so true.
"i rub my hand across my cheek,
it's fresh and soap-scrubbed
there isn't a trace of you there anymore"
If it's true for you, then I am happy for you.
Great write short and to the point well done Girl
Eddie C.

CCfire

14 years 3 months ago

True in this instance

Thanks Eddie, yes the person this was too did take some scrubbing but eventually things do work out the way they are meant too I think. Appreciate the comment.

Marie Marshall

14 years 3 months ago

Oh!

CCfire

14 years 3 months ago

lol

Marie, I've missed these :)

Marie Marshall

14 years 3 months ago

Missed

Well, if I can post nothing else here I can at least post my monosyllabic comments to your poetry! :-D

CCfire

14 years 3 months ago

chuckles

And I will smile everytime you do and I am sure eventually Andrew will sort it out, I am keeping the faith and besides that, here I think I am re-inspired with new stuff, I have quite a bit to post, just wanted some old favorites here for the first month or so along with some short new ones :)