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Run on Fire
by Elizabeth SeagoI curse myself for our similarities
Though I know of only a few.
As I sip on my fifth beer of the night,
Now lukewarm,
I claw my mind for memories of you.
I emerge only with pictures.
Myself as a toddler
Holding your hand
Only your arm depicted.
In fact, the only place I've
EVER seen your face
Was in my mother's wedding photograph.
I wonder where you are.
How many beers you've knocked back at
9:30 on a Tuesday night.
If you ever think of the adorable
Two year old brunette
In those pictures,
And how you've let her down.
I wonder if your heart and spirit are lukewarm, too.
And I wonder if you've ever felt them run on fire. 05/04/2009 Posted on 05/04/2009
Copyright © 2010 Elizabeth Seago
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 05/04/09 at 10:58 PM Wow Liz wow. You've spoken something very powerful and raw here. Wow. Kudos doll for standing up. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/05/09 at 02:56 PM Good stuff. |
| Posted by Jon Kary on 05/06/09 at 08:00 AM The collective power of this poem focuses into the final six lines perfectly. Thank you, Elizabeth. |
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