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Part I. Left Behind
by Uriel TovarThe tissue walls soaked through
When you leaned against them
--Your tears were never cold.
But you left in may
In time for the parade
I hoped you'd stay for march.
We never knew
When we wouldn't anymore
But we hoped it wouldn't be this soon.
The days flipped from east
To west
And carried behind their thrust
The fragrance of when we were still young.
You never did wash your hair
--Cherry blossoms in July--
I can still taste you on my lips.
The words weren't clear.
So after the argument
--We didn't talk much then--
I took you to the station.
You held tight
And let go
I watched you leave
--Holding your tears in a paper sleeve.
04/29/2005 Posted on 04/29/2005
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 04/29/05 at 08:50 AM So sweetly sad.. |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 05/01/05 at 09:03 AM tearful goodbyes can break a heart so....I can feel the saddness and regret in this... |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/01/05 at 08:34 PM "The days flipped from east/to west..." one of my favorite lines among a whole poem of carefully laid out emotions and images. I enjoyed reading this Uriel. I can't help but agree with what's already been said.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/16/05 at 12:43 PM "The fragrance of when we were still young" sums up this whole tragic romance. That with the prophetic, "We never knew when we wouldn't anymore" suggesting perhaps a lack of real commitment from the very beginning. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 02/26/11 at 12:53 AM This is sweet and heart-wrenching. I look forward to the rest of the series. |
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