Give her up by Vikki OwensSo, if my hands uncurled
from around
her memory,
I wonder what they would look like,
its been so long since
I've seen myself the way I was
before.
What if the memory of her
is all that makes her exist,
and I let go. She will drift.
Away.
What happened to her body,
where'd it go?
The questions you dont ask, at times, mean
all the difference later...
Maybe if I could
then the guilt would wash away...
eddy on the tide and then out to sea
a great expanse
and peace. 01/31/2003 Posted on 02/01/2003 Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
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