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September's December
by Philippa JaneI fast forwarded to the date,
anxiously scanning through
the archives to discover if
you thought of me that day -
our relationship paused,
we'd abandoned months of
overexposed film, expiration
date unknown. Yet I held faith
in your memory's reruns.
Today, presented with a
still shot, I zoomed in
on the hour; set focus on
the thoughts that had plagued
your extended silence.
And I cried when I finally read
your solitude's recollection -
released a tear for the girl
who never anticipated to
die at your mercy on
her birthday. 09/03/2003 Posted on 09/04/2003
Copyright © 2024 Philippa Jane
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Karen Michelle on 09/04/03 at 01:53 PM Those last two lines were like a knife in the back - but in the most perfect way. This whole poem leaves me ambiguous - caught in limbo, somewhere between smiles and tears. just lovely. |
| Posted by H.M Stevens on 11/03/03 at 03:46 AM you......chilling. excellence....there is not much left to say of your mastery |
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