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Tender Touch of February
by Alison McKenzieTender touch of February;
My skin remembers
The nebulous vapor of
Everything you ever said to me;
But especially
Kind words
Etched in cobalt blue
Sunshine.
When I cry
My tears follow the well-worn path
Of dysphoria.
Where we might have gone
Together;
Dreams of us
Together;
I see us
Together,
And here we are again.
02/17/2005 Author's Note: Sometimes I miss what we missed.
Posted on 02/18/2005
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 02/22/05 at 09:05 PM not every poem has to be full of imagery to be good, this is simple and effective. Brilliant flow and a great read.
stay beautiful xox |
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