one thing in particular

Friday 21st December 2007 10:32 pm

For hope
I kept a box of things
Of you
Pictures, sweet wrappers
Haribo
Anything to remind me
and
in particular
close to my heart, clutched
the T-shirt you slept in
your scent
time capsule
fantastic flashback
senses
I scrunch a ball
And breathe
……………………….…..............
breath out
she’s there………………………
deeper this time
breath in
she’s just there……………………
there.... she is.....she is
inhaled in memory
out of reach
a missing person
Slipping fabric through fingers
The closest thing
Colours slight and faded

I will never wash that garment.

◄ So long since I laughed

mans sober state ►

Comments

Francine

Thu 11th Mar 2010 02:00

As always Peter, such beautiful sentiments...
I think we can all relate to feeling this way with a missing loved one.

xxxxx

<Deleted User> (4281)

Sat 22nd Dec 2007 17:43

Very special and precious poem, memory to hold onto keeping the box with all those remnants of someone dear. Excellent imagination and although sad write because of the loss of someone dear to you.Hope was just a dream...Your expressions are so real in this stanza...

"breath out
she’s there………………………
deeper this time
breath in
she’s just there……………………
there.... she is.....she is
inhaled in memory
out of reach"

Fabulous write!...Zuzanna

clarissa mckone

Sat 22nd Dec 2007 02:02

This is such a treasure of a poem! Do you think she would come back if she knew?You old softy, but then I have always know this about you.I wonder if all men are the same, in this way?I know I have done the same thing. great poem and a wonderful show of the soft side that you try to hide.

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