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No words are better than that.
by Aaron BlairDon't tell me that you love me.
Too many people have toyed
with those words and then left
me for dead, no heart-crumb trail
to follow, no backward glance.
I just want my heels against
the small of your back. No
words are better than that.
No sound but footsteps
and the shut of the door. 01/06/2004 Author's Note: Not sure.
Posted on 01/07/2004
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 01/07/04 at 09:39 PM This poem really had me, right up until the very last line - then it lost me. "and the shut of the door" seems to let an otherwise very good piece down. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 01/09/04 at 12:30 AM I disagree; I feel the last line gives the poem a very impactful finality. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 01/09/04 at 03:42 AM wow...expressed nicely...unique phrase "no heart-crumb trail"...i like |
| Posted by Patricia J Reed on 07/20/04 at 05:25 AM i agree with kristine that the last two lines close the poem nicely- well done
-patti |
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