Rue Something
By
Mes Deux Cents
A half eaten memory
a memory I thought I would have time to develop
a whisper forgotten and remembered
I miss you
that's simple to say
so hard to feel
I thought I'd never need to remember
each day would be a new
but you disappeared
and now I'm left with
just a half eaten memory
a whiff of something that I recognize
but nothing I can consume
What was that street
in Paris
Rue something?
I sent your letters there
I've lost the ones you sent me
A half eaten memory
that's what you are
I want more
I thought maybe I would send you a letter
but you've moved on I'm sure
moved on maybe five times more
I'm now maybe five times removed from your memory
just a half eaten memory
I want to say I love you
but I'd feel stupid
I want to see
see what you've become
become something that sprung in part from me
I feel so hungry
and all I have is a half eaten memory
some street in Paris
Rue something
Photo Credit: Paula
5 comments:
Oh that's lovely...heartbroken but romantic.
HI Liz,
Several years ago I dated someone who worked for an airline and ended up in Paris woring for a while. During that time even though we were apart we wrote each other and became much closer.
The relationship ended really, really suddenly and we lost contact.
The losing contact is what hurts and thats really what the poem is about.
Thanks for commenting.
beautiful. absolutely beautiful. you convey the sentiment well.
this poem is SO beautiful. the whole idea of an unknown street, like an unknown love, or a half-forgotten street for a half-forgotten love is INCREDIBLE. the metaphor is DOPE. and i LOVE the title.
you are SUCH A POET. i hope you keep writing more poems. look forward to more of your words.
PQ,
Thanks so much for reading it and commenting.
This is the first poem I've ever published, so your words of encouragement mean a lot.
Thanks
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