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a pause to point out chairs we've sat in

by Lauren Singer

i finger the inbetweens of the shirt you gave me.
cradle the threads to my skin
as i lean back to think of you.

it's funny how everything seems to reak of you
while your gone.
it's as though flashing neon lights
are reminding me of your absence
blinking "he's gone, he's gone, he's gone!".

i'm somewhere buried beneath heart-broken
and flattered.
i believed you when you said
you'd think of me.
(i wonder if you are right now.)

and when i pass all the places that we've sat,
hold all the things that you've touched,
i can't hold back the ache.
can't stifle the nostalgia
that comes in waves.

and when i feel the shiver down my spine
as i toss around those secrets
hidden underneath the mattress,

i can't help but relish
in how exsquisite
the reunion will be.

06/27/2005

Posted on 06/28/2005
Copyright © 2022 Lauren Singer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Uriel Tovar on 06/29/05 at 03:10 AM

like musical chairs

Posted by Jane E Pearce on 06/29/05 at 09:08 PM

Excellent poem that takes the reader along without stumbling. Enjoyed!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/30/05 at 01:02 PM

Sweet, positive, refreshing read Lauren. Here's to past and future reunions.

Posted by Jared Fladeland on 07/08/06 at 08:52 PM

This reminds me of when I was separated from my fiance for a week. She told me she had a shirt of mine that she would sleep with because it smelled of me and she missed me that much. I think you captured that moment in a poem. Damn you. I wanted to do it first.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/13/07 at 02:56 PM

With great symbolism you've written a romantic and touching poem. You soften the loneliness with the hopefilled last stanza.

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